(IC) A Hard Time in Harrowdale

[Voda Vosa]

"Then I'll leave my prays with you, lady Ellaria. I'll help these persons in locating and eradicating the gnolls, so you have less amount of problems when you get back. As for the martial capabilities of the bandits, they have moderate expertise in what they do, but with their numbers decimated, I don't think they'd suppose much of a threat to you experienced guards, and yourself. I hope this token of trust I'm giving you helps to heal the injuries my words had done. I bid you farewell." The man bows. "Oh, and before you leave... I'll ask you to show no mercy on them, as they didn't show it with my people."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"its ok unccle, I 'll be with Storn. bight be a while before i get back to Auntie's apple pies though. Don't let her worry, I am making it safe for your caravan as musch as any one else." He shakes Uncle niles' hand , gathers his belongings and walks to Storn's side

"Uncle Niles sent me to keep an eye on you. make sure you get back to shadow dale ok." His face is showing a wide smile of bright teeth.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Selua excuses herself quiet to gather her mule and returns just a couple of minutes later.

"Let us bring justice to these gnolls."

 

[Myth and Legend]

"Oh well i guess two weeks in the wilderness is more of an adventure than i would wish to experience."

Abrielle took out her fiddle and joined the others. "We will vanquish these beasts mistress Dawnhorn, and i wish you good luck on your own endeavor."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Evanare is sporting a backpack, a bastard sword, dagger, morning star and a rather wickid looking hunting bow. what he hunts is it not immediately known, but it is not good to be on the business end of the bow at any time.

 

[Rhun]

Fayne smiles at the mention of a possible bounty on gnolls. It isn't a pleasant smile, but it is a smile nonetheless. The tall, lanky man takes a step closer to the guardsman and the others who have volunteered for this endeavor, the haft of his polearm clicking against the cobbles sharply. "I too offer my aid in tracking and slaying these gnolls."

 

[Myth and Legend]

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Guys I am quite sick and I'm going home to get better. This will mean no internet however. I guess I will be back next Monday. Abby can be NPCed by Arkhandus - she will try to stay away from melee combat, in stead using her bardic music or her bow. And of course if there is anything to talk to, she will be the one [/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

Please get well. I hate to hear of peeps getting sick.

 

[Arkhandus]

OOC: Get well soon!

The two guardsmen are surprised to see so many volunteers. So, too, is Rickard. He says "Oh, thank you all! Please, bring my son back safe! I.....I'm exhausted.....but I'll show you which way I came from."

One guardsman, with short black hair, blue eyes, and a hawkish face, says "We appreciate the help. I'm Tarven, and this fellow's Merrick. Follow as you're able." The other guard has sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes, with a broader face and bigger eyebrows. Both wear chain shirts over their guard uniforms, with longswords and saps hanging from their belts, crossbows slung across their backs.

The guards march out from the West Gate, and Rickard follows for a moment to point them in the right direction, before walking back through the gate to rest. He slumps on a bench, worrying but hopeful now that someone's going to rescue his son.

OOC: Another update later or on Monday to move things forward.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Selua follows the guardsmen, pulling her mule along, content to follow for the moment.