Argent Silvermage
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loxmyth said:
Forge's first thought was To leave right now. But he didn't. He stood proudly and as tall as he could and said Professor Midwinter sent me to see you. I'm unclear myself as to why.
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Forge's first thought was To leave right now. But he didn't. He stood proudly and as tall as he could and said Professor Midwinter sent me to see you. I'm unclear myself as to why.
~Miriah
Etan grins. "Ain 'ere would tell you it is a skeel, to choose a 'orse who wins."
"That's right," Ain asserts. "Rider skill, build, size, breed and temper of the horse, the track, the weather all have an effect on the outcome of the race."
"But, since a different 'orse wins most always, it is most like gambling to me," Etan says with a diffident shrug. "Let me try an experiment. There are five horses that are considered quite good in this race: Kingfisher, Triumphant, Winddancer, Frostmane and Uthgart. Which do you think sounds fastest, Lady Miriah? Let me assure you this is only a friendly wager."
~Forge
Delamara sneered at Forge. "Then have you come to waste my time? I don't truck with psychics and diviners to know what your purpose here is. I create the greatest transmutative potions this side of the River of Tears and they send endless interruptions as if I'm some simple apocethary! Speak up and tell me what you need boy, I don't have time to play charades with simpletons."
Etan grins. "Ain 'ere would tell you it is a skeel, to choose a 'orse who wins."
"That's right," Ain asserts. "Rider skill, build, size, breed and temper of the horse, the track, the weather all have an effect on the outcome of the race."
"But, since a different 'orse wins most always, it is most like gambling to me," Etan says with a diffident shrug. "Let me try an experiment. There are five horses that are considered quite good in this race: Kingfisher, Triumphant, Winddancer, Frostmane and Uthgart. Which do you think sounds fastest, Lady Miriah? Let me assure you this is only a friendly wager."
~Forge
Delamara sneered at Forge. "Then have you come to waste my time? I don't truck with psychics and diviners to know what your purpose here is. I create the greatest transmutative potions this side of the River of Tears and they send endless interruptions as if I'm some simple apocethary! Speak up and tell me what you need boy, I don't have time to play charades with simpletons."
Argent Silvermage
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The professor gave me this note to give to you. The dwarven mage says. hand shaking just a bit as he hands over the paper. More I cannot say. In her wisdom she thought I should see you.
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~ Miriah
As Miriah utters her preference, a great trumpetted fanfare arises from a balcony above their seats and the horses trot out onto the field, each ridden by a lean jockey. Excited to see the creatures, the audience let's out a cacophony of cheers.
"Well," begins Ain, and he points out the animals in turn. The large chestnut brown one with the wild black mane is Uthgart; the lean grey one with the braided white mane is Winddancer; Frostmane is a dappled mare with white forelegs. Triumphant is a roan coloured beauty that dances from side to side, skittishly as her rider guides her into the starting box, while Kingfisher is a coal black stallion with a white star on his forehead. To Miriah's eye, each of the horses looked quite powerful, but Uthgart seemed perhaps a little too big for a race horse, and Triumphant was clearly nervous.
"So, is Uthgart your choice?" Etan asks curiously. "I 'ave a few coppers on Frostmane, myself."
~ Forge
"Then why didn't you just say this in the first place?" Delamara snatched the note from Forge's hands and gave it a quick, cursory glance. "It would have to be this, wouldn't it?" he growled to no one in particular. "I have it well stocked at most times, but suddenly it is quite popular..." Grumbling, he moved to the rack and selected a stoppered vial. "Take this down to Murmal's apocathery in Coventry. Tell him quite clearly that you'll want willow root and anther, and that it's a request from me. Add it to this concoction and there you will have the potion. Do you understand?" He pushed the vial into the young dwarf's hands without waiting for an answer, and was moving back to his desk.
~ Froud
Before the young gnome knew it, the rumbling of his stomach told him it was time to take a break. He and Poe made their way down to the Hatted Badger and ordered up a pie and some beer to celebrate Froud's recent good fortunes.
"So I've heard you twacked down the murderer, you and your woommate," Poe stated, as he bit into a warm slice of blueberry pie. "That musta been excitin'? Weren't you scaid? Afta all, he killed half a dozen people these past few weeks."
As Miriah utters her preference, a great trumpetted fanfare arises from a balcony above their seats and the horses trot out onto the field, each ridden by a lean jockey. Excited to see the creatures, the audience let's out a cacophony of cheers.
"Well," begins Ain, and he points out the animals in turn. The large chestnut brown one with the wild black mane is Uthgart; the lean grey one with the braided white mane is Winddancer; Frostmane is a dappled mare with white forelegs. Triumphant is a roan coloured beauty that dances from side to side, skittishly as her rider guides her into the starting box, while Kingfisher is a coal black stallion with a white star on his forehead. To Miriah's eye, each of the horses looked quite powerful, but Uthgart seemed perhaps a little too big for a race horse, and Triumphant was clearly nervous.
"So, is Uthgart your choice?" Etan asks curiously. "I 'ave a few coppers on Frostmane, myself."
~ Forge
"Then why didn't you just say this in the first place?" Delamara snatched the note from Forge's hands and gave it a quick, cursory glance. "It would have to be this, wouldn't it?" he growled to no one in particular. "I have it well stocked at most times, but suddenly it is quite popular..." Grumbling, he moved to the rack and selected a stoppered vial. "Take this down to Murmal's apocathery in Coventry. Tell him quite clearly that you'll want willow root and anther, and that it's a request from me. Add it to this concoction and there you will have the potion. Do you understand?" He pushed the vial into the young dwarf's hands without waiting for an answer, and was moving back to his desk.
~ Froud
Before the young gnome knew it, the rumbling of his stomach told him it was time to take a break. He and Poe made their way down to the Hatted Badger and ordered up a pie and some beer to celebrate Froud's recent good fortunes.
"So I've heard you twacked down the murderer, you and your woommate," Poe stated, as he bit into a warm slice of blueberry pie. "That musta been excitin'? Weren't you scaid? Afta all, he killed half a dozen people these past few weeks."
Argent Silvermage
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Forge leaves without saying a word. Nasty human. Thank Moradin they die quick. He runs down to the engineering department looking for Froud. If he sees Miriah on the way he will invite her on the trip to Coventry.
Uriel
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loxmyth said:
Between mouthfuls of Pie, Froud says 'Well, Forge had a lot ta do with it, an a couple of other friends,too. We're a team, a real Band of Adventurers. Why, I'd not be suprised if the Mayor himself didn't want to commend us...' Froud suddenly grins, as a Grand Plan formulates in his noggin.
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