(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

(Note: In retrospect, that "four hours from the city" was woefully off, as I was forgetting you were on horseback, as well as some other horrible misestimation... But regardless

Continuing onward: As you draw closer to the city, you eventually find what seems to be the main road, leading nearly parallel to your path. Within a quarter-mile of the city, something odd about the lights becomes apparent... Aerda is the first to notice it: Some are drawn too low to the horizon, and moving as though carried.

 

[Vargo]

"Hrm... What do we have here?"

Victus stopped and peered out across the deepening gloom, trying to make out the distant figures.

OOC: Take 20 (can I do that) on a spot check, for a value of 23.

 

[dpdx]

[I don't think you can take 20 on Spot like you can Search, but GP indicated merely that Aerda was the first to see it. I would imagine, then, that as we get closer to town, we'll all eventually see it.]

Not having a lot of experience with rituals in foreign towns, Fendric saw nothing peculiar about the position or movement of the lights. Perhaps it was a midnight worship service, or the town was closing down for the night. They'd be sure to post a night watchman for anyone coming in at night, wouldn't they?

Not thinking for the moment that Thedoric had already reached here, or that far worse, Brother Milos had been taken or harmed, Fendric spurred his horse onward. "Last one to the gate is a Gelatinous Cube!", he laughed.

 

[wings]

whoa!

Aerda stood high on his saddle, peering out towards the moving lanterns. "Not so hasty there, Fendric." He pushes Astrule into the sky, then motions to move forward. What if, by chance, these were the lanterns of some enemy of their's. We do not want to stumble headlong into something we can't handle. It's a good way to get sent back to pelor, Brother.."

 

[National Acrobat]

"Umm, I believe that Aerda has a very valid point. While it is true that experience is the best teacher, at this point a slow and thoughtful approach may be the best idea, yes?" Merrim plods along, not in a hurry at all.

 

[dpdx]

Re: whoa!

Aerda stood high on his saddle, peering out towards the moving lanterns. "Not so hasty there, Fendric." He pushes Astrule into the sky, then motions to move forward. What if, by chance, these were the lanterns of some enemy of their's. We do not want to stumble headlong into something we can't handle. It's a good way to get sent back to pelor, Brother.."

Fendric catches his name in the din of the horses, and slows down to hear the rest. Seeing the logic in that argument and in Merrim's, he turns around, duly chastened, and casts his eyes downward for a second.

"I'm sorry, my friends. Of course, you are right."

 

[Vexed]

OOC: Will begin posting on Sunday. Left a message over on ooc messageboard.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo smiles 'Caution is the best course in many a deed or path...' the little Bard pauses, clearing his throat then recites

Albrin's Walk

Yeah, did Albrin,Elf Maid of Yore
creep ever through Deeping Gloom
'cross hills and plains and Forest Floor
didst the Elfess move, thus averting Doom
Demons of the early World, Giants too
saw narry a hair of the little Maid
Dragons slept as Albrin passed by
so light her step, no track had she layed
by Caution had she reached her destined place
and thus did she, one fine Spring Morn
reach Ravuach, protected Land of Elven Grace
and thus was Gelperim, her Son, Elven King, safely Born


Niccolo rubs his chin...
'I think that's how it went, no matter, the point is that caution and Stealth are friends of the Wise'

 

[Vexed]

*Thinking
~Sometimes I have to ask myself, am I feeling no pain, or have I become numb? Its hard to make the distinction between satisfaction, and being to tired to argue anymore, to tired to give a damn. I find a strange refuge with these people. I don't even know them. Perhaps I have just been alone so long... It's a strange peace. I still can't see myself clearly...~

::Slowly Draven lifts his head, his face partially hidden under long tangled black curls. He hears the voices of the group, but he isn't registering what they are saying, still coming out of his contemplative state. He concentrates on what is being said.::

Fendric::""I'm sorry, my friends. Of course, you are right."

*Thinking
~What is Fendric sorry for...~

::Now for the first time taking a look about he gives Fendric an odd glance, and then slowly his gaze lingers on the lights, then to the city...::

*Thinking
~A city. The noise, the rules. People losing their way, same routine day in and day out. People walking the streets like dumb animals. One day looking in a mirror and five years have past. Handcuffed to their livelihoods, trying to get by on the scraps of some rich self centered idealist version on how things should be. Another ale is poured. The sun goes down on another day. Self destruction slow and complete. What nasty things we do to ourselves...~

::Slowly a sneer can be seen on Draven face as he stares at the city. His eyes narrowing. Then he hears Niccolo, and his face softens somewhat. He slowly turns to look at him. His hard stare now an amused expression. He slowly nods in Niccolo direction::

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(It seems that caution wins out... Still not clear on what your intentions are...

Taking 20 on "Searching the horizon" was pretty much assumed in what Aerda saw... Most of you will have to take his word for it, at the moment, unless you have low-light vision )