Classic 3.0

[Master Curran]

Your characters find themself in an inn in the farming community called Yorkshire, you have stopped here for the night. You are all lounging about the common room with the crowd. Some of you have ordered drinks and others are playing at cards when you hear galloping in the street. A cry of "He's wounded" puts you on alert. Most of the crowd of people in the inn immediatly rushes outside to see what the rukus is. A man is riding rapidly down the street toward you. He is grasping his right arm, it is caked with blood and has an arrow shaft protruding from it. As his draws nearer he falls off and a mob immediatly surrounds him. One man holds him up, as he speaks blood trickles down the corner of his mouth. "Orcs!*cough*my home was attacked by orcs*sputter*please help the folk at Rivertown",he makes a hacking noise and emits his final words as his eyes glaze over,"Please my wife and chi..*cough* children." And with that the mans eyes turn grey and someone slides them shut. Everyone is all of a sudden talking at once. Some say that you should all run for the hills and hope they pass over Yorkshire, others say you need to form a party and go to resist the orcs, while anothers states that you don't know how many orcs there are...

What do you do?

 

[Mithreander]

OoC: Oops double post.

 

[Mithreander]

[OoC: I finish my beer... oh wait, you mean Holland!]

Holland finishes his beer.

 

[deadestdai]

Brechin steps forward from the crowd and in his booming baratone voice says This evil will not be tollerated!!! I will go to this man's farmstead and save the innocents from the orc scourge! Who is with me?!

With the last sentence, Brechin draws his sword and gestures toward the direction that the dead man came from in a very dramatic fashion.

 

[Mithreander]

Finally finishing his beer, Holland goes out to see what the rucus is about... and the paniced masses hit him!

Holland looks around in a panic, but then calms himself... He asks someone "Where is Rivertown?" as people ignore him, he kick someone to get their attention. "Point in the direction of Rivertown." Holland points in the direction from which the man had rode from "That way?" He then starts to clear his throte.

When that does nothing, Holland screams at the top of his lungs.

"Will everyone remain calm!! There is nothing we can do if we do not have order! Go talk to the mayer to see what should be done!'

He then looks around for other possible heros. He then hears the booming baratone voice and answers "Hey you! You want to go hunting some orc? It's better then that game of cards I was loosing in, so I'm in!"

 

[Master Curran]

Holland: One man scared looking man tells you that Rivertown is due northwest but that he cannot accompany you as he has family. You see a likely looking paladin calling out that he will be avenging this man and immedietly tell him your intentions of hunting orc. You also notice a sneaky looking dwarf watching from the shadows and a fellow halfling in the crowd.

Brechin: Most cower away from your cries of heroism but one small figure tugs at your pantleg and seems to want to hunt some orc.

[OOC: I will try to reply to your actions asap even if other characters havn't posted yet, but try not to leave them miles behind if they don't post as much as you. In other words try to keep your posting in sync with the other PCs.]

 

[Mithreander]

[Thank you, that would be great... I have a tendency to move things forward... but I'll try not to, if that is your wish. It's just my thoughts that PbP games are slow enough.]

Holland looks up at the big man and says "I'm willing to go orc hunting, if you are. It's a heck of a lot better then loosing at cards!" He then looks around and points to the other hin in the croud. "Hey you!" he calls in halfling, "You want to come with us? Could be a spot of fun!" he then changes to common to talk once more to the towering paladin-type-warrior. "We're with you!" he then looks to the dwarf, but seeing that he wants to stay out of sight, does not point him out. Still, he does look interested. He raises his voice so that the dwarf can hear if he wants to. "Rivertown is to the northwest. I say we head there to see if we can help that poor dead man's family out."

[You changed you mind! No fair... I feel like I'm in some kind of video game. Just kidding.]

 

[deadestdai]

Brechin looks down to see who is tugging at his trouser leg and frowns.

Little boy, you are not old enough to come with me. I am not sure you are old enough even, to play cards in a tavern!?

(OOC: Brechin has never seen a Halfling before!)

 

[Mithreander]

"Hey, man, don't dis the Hin!" he says in a way that a street person would. He then clearifies his words by adding "Now, I'm older then I look. I'm past twenty and would like for you to remember that." He then looks over at the other halfling and looks shocked at seeing him. "Hey, look another one! You would think there was a whole race of them!" He winks at the other Hin and then looks up to the big human with large, round eyes.

He then looks down at his walking stick in shock and then back up to the human. "Look! A walking stick! You think I should follow it's example and start walking?" he makes motions as if the stick has a will of it's own and wants to be on its way.

 

[Someone]

Brechin steps forward from the crowd and in his booming baratone voice says "This evil will not be tollerated!!! I will go to this man's farmstead and save the innocents from the orc scourge! Who is with me?!"

With the last sentence, Brechin draws his sword and gestures toward the direction that the dead man came from in a very dramatic fashion.

"Cool! You could very well suicide, and give me that armor and shining weapons instead of to the orcs; they would fetch a good price."

Who´s taling is a dwarf who´s still sitting at the table.

"What do you know of fighting orcs, noble boy? they´ll kill you in less than this" The dwarf snaps his fingers.