(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[dpdx]

[I picked up the 3.5 PHB today. Fendric may need some numbers recalculated, but I'll take care of that.]

Fendric smiles at the man, and speaks. "Hello! I'm very sorry to bother you at this hour, but our group," he motions toward the others, "is on a mission on behalf of the Crown. Specifically, we are in search of a clergyman of Heironeous, who we believe may have passed this way. If it's not too much trouble, may we ask if you have seen anyone like that in the last 24 hours?"

[Diplomacy check: 12 +2 Cha +2 HE = 16; Gather Information check: 12 +2 Cha +2 HE = 16]

[edit again: I converted Fendric to 3.5, which involved reallocating skill pts. from Scry, which has been discontinued, to some of the new Cleric class skills, and clarifying some spell choices.]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The man's eyes widen whimsically, and he points out to the gathering of horsemen behind you.

"I believe these are the men you're looking for, judging by the cut of the armor you can see on the neckline," he smirks, "and the way their holy symbols dangle out when they run their horses."

Behind you, your rescue team try not to be too obvious about hanging their heads: They had all, after all, put a decent effort into secrecy.

"If they're not the ones you're looking for, then I doubt your marks have passed through here. We've only been here since shortly after sunset, but there's no sign of anyone passing but your number."

 

[Uriel]

[I picked up the 3.5 PHB today. Fendric may need some numbers recalculated, but I'll take care of that.]

OoC:Sorry i didnt get back to you yet with a (now needless) conversion, I've had a dreadful time with this injury,dpdx...

Nicollo follows his companion forward, watching the man;s reactions to the questions <Woohoo, I rolled a 20 on the Sense motive, 26 total>.

 

[dpdx]

[Sense Motive: 12 +2 Wis = 14.]

Fendric returns the smirk: "You only got here since 'shortly after sunset', and yet you already occupy the largest house on the block! Pelor smiles upon your good fortune! Anyway, thank you for your time. The Light tells me we'll see each other again, sometime."

Fendric turns on his heel, and walks back to his horse. On his way back, he mouths a quick "sorry" to Lanatus.

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: I better convert Nurthk to 3.5 then. ]

Nurthk nods, and puts his longbow away, ready to ride once more.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Niccolo/Fendric: Both of you get the sense that, while he's fairly deliberate with his words, he's not trying to deceive you.

At any rate, the clerics who travel with you seem a bit disconcerted for the rest of the ride -- most of them have noticed now the favorably positioned bowmen, who themselves seem less concerned with hiding. Their bows are raised, though, and unloaded, and there's not a word from them as you leave town. As you exit the bowl, the land looks flat for hours ahead.

As it indeed proves to be -- flat, and empty. You can see what looks to be another town in the moolight after about two hour's journey, but as far as anyone knows it is likely to be "uninhabited," if only in the sense that Haddal was.

After another four hours, the land is getting a bit more hilly, with denser plant-life as well -- lots of odd wiry things that stay too low to the ground to be called trees but are still just too tall to be called bushes. In the pockets among these, you should have good cover to make camp, as a number of your companions seem to wish. You are, at this point, about eight hours (maybe nine, given the terrain) away from the river, travelling more or less due east...

(Note that fatigue will set in without some rest at this point, for your horses as well, which may or may not be something you're willing to endure for sake of speed... Aside from that, you all seem about due for experience: Take 1000 XP each for your accrued accomplishments over this past period, with a bonus of 250 XP each for Fendric and Niccolo over that last exchange...)

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Man, how come I'm always unsure of XP in this game...it's my one blind spot. maybe it's because I just enjoy RPing it (when Im normally a numbers cruncher,truth be known). I''l go back and add mine up

IC:Niccolo sighs at the endless nothing as he recites



"When once I a wee lad was,
bout knee-high to a digging mole,
'Granpa',said I, and unto me,
did Granpa smile and eyes roll,
'Yes,yes', he said, patting my head,
'What is it,little questioning bird?'
'Oh nothing..' said I, with a wink of my eye,
just glad to have been heard..."

Niccolo snickers, as his very verse revisited it's content, talking for talking's sake...just to break the monotony. Whistling a tune after, he wonders if he will ever get his banner finished...

OoC:OK, so I continue to torture you guys with my improvised limmericks and poems. I'm a guitarist by actual Perform skill, but I can't exactly print a bunchof notes, that would look more silly than the Limmericks..

 

[dpdx]

[I used to know how much XP Fendric had. I can go add it up again, too, but it shouldn't be too different from what Niccolo has. Anyway, I enjoy the lyrics, so I'd appreciate it if you keep posting them, Uriel. It's what I'd expect a bard to do.]

"Well done, Niccolo!"

Fendric's a little punchy from the ride, so it's easier to laugh at anything. As they enter the puckerbrush jungle, Fendric looks for clearings large enough for the whole group to make camp. Upon finding one, Fendric dismounts, scratches, stretches, rubs the parts that hurt, and unloads his pack. Looking back at the others, he bids them to stop for the night.

"I know you are anxious to find Father Premule. But riding through the night to where we think he is won't leave us in any shape to retrieve him if he's there, Gods help us. Besides, we have much to talk about, and a little bit of food to eat. So rest here, and we shall set out tomorrow morning."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(I totalled current XP, and will try to keep a running total in the new OOC thread, and asked for recruits while I was at it. Again, if you know someone who might be interested in joining, they're feel free to come in whenever it makes sense for their character to be introduced.)

The Heironeans agree, some more reluctantly than others. Balger mutters something about setting up a perimeter, and eventually they manage to set the horses in a circle around the camp; the brush is high enough to conceal them, and it's better that any incoming threat hits them than you.

Shavah has at least some common sense: "Do we all sleep, or do we take turns? We'll be moving again quicker if we all sleep at once, but if anyone's following us, they'd get the jump."

She directs this question at Fendric: It seems she, Hiritus, Laam, and Hasdural have decided he is the leader. Lanatus, Vitz, and Marten seem to look toward Nurthk, while Lucian, Elo, and Kim appear to be under the impression that Niccolo's wit is the guiding force for the group. The remaining contingent seem to regard either Lanatus or Shamil as the one running the show -- as far as you can tell, none of them are aware that this is happening.

 

[Uriel]

Pulling out Ginieatta, hs Violin, Niccolo begins cleanig her and running through scales and little runs of arpeggios whilst whistling along and tapping his foot.
Content to be part of first watch, the Gnome changes his stockings (to warmer ones that he picked up back in the city) and begins the drudgery of keeping his eyes peeled.