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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
From humble beginnings...
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To Garik
Garik scans the room, taking in the scene inch-by-inch; these were foriegn lands with strange people and customs, but you knew a prostitute when you saw one.
The woman in front of you was dressed in garish clothing that may, twenty or thirty winters ago, have been in style but now were little more than dirty rags on a dirty whore.
Due to the cloistered nature of the common room and the fact that it was so packed and noisy, few paid attention to the scene.
The woman in front of you was in her late thirties and the years had not been kind. She seemed scared of you.
You were situtated about thirty feet back from the centre of the room. Behind you, about ten feet away, was the opposite wall where the entrance/exit lay about twenty feet behind you and to your right in your current facing.
Several beams and pits lay in between you and the doorway, and a rising section of the floor was about twenty feet to your left. Directly behind you there were tables and chairs but no windows. In fact, the entire tavern seemed devoid of them, now that you noticed.
It was here, just as you were getting a sense for the room, that you heard a nasty little voice behind you.
"Let go of da lady, mister, lest we 'ave yer guts spillin' on da floor dere..."
An odd thing to say, seeing as you hadn't laid a hand on her...
"I said, let go of her mister!"
Garik scans the room, taking in the scene inch-by-inch; these were foriegn lands with strange people and customs, but you knew a prostitute when you saw one.
The woman in front of you was dressed in garish clothing that may, twenty or thirty winters ago, have been in style but now were little more than dirty rags on a dirty whore.
Due to the cloistered nature of the common room and the fact that it was so packed and noisy, few paid attention to the scene.
The woman in front of you was in her late thirties and the years had not been kind. She seemed scared of you.
You were situtated about thirty feet back from the centre of the room. Behind you, about ten feet away, was the opposite wall where the entrance/exit lay about twenty feet behind you and to your right in your current facing.
Several beams and pits lay in between you and the doorway, and a rising section of the floor was about twenty feet to your left. Directly behind you there were tables and chairs but no windows. In fact, the entire tavern seemed devoid of them, now that you noticed.
It was here, just as you were getting a sense for the room, that you heard a nasty little voice behind you.
"Let go of da lady, mister, lest we 'ave yer guts spillin' on da floor dere..."
An odd thing to say, seeing as you hadn't laid a hand on her...
"I said, let go of her mister!"
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Poto Knezer
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OOC: whoops
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Manzanita
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OOC: I have to appologize for not mapping out Manzanita's actions in more chronalogical detail. I'll try to do better. At this point, though, it appears we first went to find an Inn after we left the Mayors, then we went buy a pony, then a map. Thus, we haven't bought the other supplies we've spoken of. If this assumption is seems correct to everyone...
Manzanita pulls her cloak close against the wind as they walk back towards the inn.
We still need to purchase our provisions. Would you accompany me, M'faro, with the horses, so we can carry our purchases back to the inn? This evening, I will attempt to learn more of our trek from the patrons of the hotel.
Manzanita pulls her cloak close against the wind as they walk back towards the inn.
We still need to purchase our provisions. Would you accompany me, M'faro, with the horses, so we can carry our purchases back to the inn? This evening, I will attempt to learn more of our trek from the patrons of the hotel.
To Clete
Upon hearing that you respect Tarvoden and think him a hero, the olven man's perfect face is marred briefly by a sneer which he quickly corrects by closing his eyes and calming himself for a moment.
"Maybe once... you're obviously charmed by his methods and manner. Good luck to you, but fair warning, do not speak his name in Highfolk... ever."
With that, he glides backwards and swirls on the ball of his foot so that the end effect is for him to move behind the pillar in one smooth, quick motion. You blink and look around the pillar only to find him vanished from sight, without nary a sound and only the echo of his swishing cloak to indicate he was ever there at all...
DM: Grr... I said 'No Quoting'. You know... I bet NOBODY actually read those PBP guidelines... regardless, in this particular instance, it's appropriate and is much better than everybody's previous attempts so from now on, quoting is ok as long as it's neat and you quote who you're quoting.
John, do you do anything more in the temple or do you continue on your gather info about the road to Critwall as per former instructions?
Upon hearing that you respect Tarvoden and think him a hero, the olven man's perfect face is marred briefly by a sneer which he quickly corrects by closing his eyes and calming himself for a moment.
"Maybe once... you're obviously charmed by his methods and manner. Good luck to you, but fair warning, do not speak his name in Highfolk... ever."
With that, he glides backwards and swirls on the ball of his foot so that the end effect is for him to move behind the pillar in one smooth, quick motion. You blink and look around the pillar only to find him vanished from sight, without nary a sound and only the echo of his swishing cloak to indicate he was ever there at all...
DM: Grr... I said 'No Quoting'. You know... I bet NOBODY actually read those PBP guidelines... regardless, in this particular instance, it's appropriate and is much better than everybody's previous attempts so from now on, quoting is ok as long as it's neat and you quote who you're quoting.
John, do you do anything more in the temple or do you continue on your gather info about the road to Critwall as per former instructions?
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To Manzanita, Grenier & M'faro
Having finished your provision shopping, and seeing that the rain, though light, was not about to abate, you all decided to head straight back to the Ardent.
You only managed to get about three-quarters of the way there, however, before you hear a commotion behind you.
Turning around, you see several armed men on horseback trotting towards you, seemingly oblivious of anyone in front of them. They have a harsh look about them as if they've not only seen and dealt with the scum of the streets but had risen, barely, up from their ranks.
The light horses, M'faro could see, were in terrible condition and their strapping was tied inexpertly, making the horses uncomfortable, which was evidenced by the difficulty the men were having in controlling the mounts.
Wearing studded leather armour and wielding shortswords and crossbows, the three men seemed more than prepared for any situation.
The lead man trotted to within twenty feet of you and stopped. His hair was long and greasy and despite his relative youth, about late twenties, his mouth was a warzone of missing or black teeth. He was unkempt and unshaven and addressed you with a constant sneer and contemptuous look upon his face.
"Oi, you t'ree... yeah, you're da ones... Ise gots reports dat dere bein' a buncha hooligans runnin' about bristlin' wid weapons... dat'd be youse. You'd bedder be comin' wid us, all quiets like..."
DM: You remember Tarvoden had express permission to bring you all through the gates of the city, armed. Whether that permission still remains...
Having finished your provision shopping, and seeing that the rain, though light, was not about to abate, you all decided to head straight back to the Ardent.
You only managed to get about three-quarters of the way there, however, before you hear a commotion behind you.
Turning around, you see several armed men on horseback trotting towards you, seemingly oblivious of anyone in front of them. They have a harsh look about them as if they've not only seen and dealt with the scum of the streets but had risen, barely, up from their ranks.
The light horses, M'faro could see, were in terrible condition and their strapping was tied inexpertly, making the horses uncomfortable, which was evidenced by the difficulty the men were having in controlling the mounts.
Wearing studded leather armour and wielding shortswords and crossbows, the three men seemed more than prepared for any situation.
The lead man trotted to within twenty feet of you and stopped. His hair was long and greasy and despite his relative youth, about late twenties, his mouth was a warzone of missing or black teeth. He was unkempt and unshaven and addressed you with a constant sneer and contemptuous look upon his face.
"Oi, you t'ree... yeah, you're da ones... Ise gots reports dat dere bein' a buncha hooligans runnin' about bristlin' wid weapons... dat'd be youse. You'd bedder be comin' wid us, all quiets like..."
DM: You remember Tarvoden had express permission to bring you all through the gates of the city, armed. Whether that permission still remains...
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M'faro
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As we stop, I move next to the pony and casually rest a hand over the new bought halfspears.
I'll let Grenier do the talking, but if he doesn't succeed to drive them away and the bullies get more aggresive, I'll try to scare their mounts.
Since they are light horses and seem uncomfortable with their riders (it will be difficult to take aim with the crossbows), I guess the chances that they fall from the saddle are good.
I'll let Grenier do the talking, but if he doesn't succeed to drive them away and the bullies get more aggresive, I'll try to scare their mounts.
Since they are light horses and seem uncomfortable with their riders (it will be difficult to take aim with the crossbows), I guess the chances that they fall from the saddle are good.
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Grenier
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In a firm voice Grenier steps forward and starts to speak.
"Your accusations have no grounds, we are not the hooligans you seek. We are merely armed merchants, after a few run-ins with petty thieves you tend to get a bit paranoid."
"Though I do understand your cause for concern . . . How about we pay a tax for our weapons to prove we are indeed civilized merchants and not these hooligans? A silver piece for each one, that sounds fair doesn't it?"
Grenier takes a quick look around (for any witnesses
) and then back to the armed men for an answer.
"Your accusations have no grounds, we are not the hooligans you seek. We are merely armed merchants, after a few run-ins with petty thieves you tend to get a bit paranoid."
"Though I do understand your cause for concern . . . How about we pay a tax for our weapons to prove we are indeed civilized merchants and not these hooligans? A silver piece for each one, that sounds fair doesn't it?"
Grenier takes a quick look around (for any witnesses
) and then back to the armed men for an answer.
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