[IC] Valusia PbP

[Celtavian]

Thom Joffson...

Thom chuckles at Dhalmut's comment concerning "ego's" and "pants".

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"I'll be alright Geron. My mom started crying. I had to reassure her that I'd be ok. She thinks I should've gone down the Fletchway with her and my sisters, but I told her I'm a man now and I'll have to do my duty like all the other men of the village" says Thom to Geron.

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"I don't know what were supposed to do now, Hrynnar. I didn't know the troll would be joining us. I'm sure glad your axe is with us, makes me feel better already" says Thom to Hrynnar.

 

[dpdx]

Hrynnar smiles, which is rare, at Thom's comment. Unhooking the axe from his belt, he holds it up. "Yeah - you like? Just finished it last night while Tillotson was sleeping off another drunk, or trying to. I think it's my best work so far. I diecast the flat side with a message, so that when I kill one of those bastards, I can whack him with it."

He extends it toward the group, flat side out. With his finger, he indicates the message. It reads, You've been ended by Hrynnar, a clanless dwarf from a stinking fishing town.

[Those of you who've ever talked with Hrynnar aren't really surprised that his Common is as accented as yours. Hrynnar's been in Argos for about 10 years, and rumor has it that he suffered expulsion from his clan some 25 years ago, and has lived among humans ever since.]

 

[Celtavian]

Thom Joffson...

Thom laughs, "You've a strange sense of humor Hrynnar", he studies the axe for a few moments,"It surely is a nice axe to my eyes, though I haven't seen many axes save for those used for cutting wood and wouldn't know a quality axe from a poor one. Please pardon my ignorance."

 

[Destan]

Lellard frowns as he struggles through the muck. Unlike you, he has difficulty - extreme difficulty - trying to navigate through the sucking sludge and near-hidden pools. His mood seems to darken, passing through impassivity to downright frustration.

"...the lot o' you chatter more 'an Harren harlots," he grumbles.

He looks up, locks glares with Jackobi, glances at Hrynnar, then subsides once more to mutters and grimaces. Finally, a full three hours before sunset, he calls for a halt. "We'll camp here."

"Here?" Geron sneers.

"Here, boyo!" Lellard tosses his pack onto one of the few dry spots nearby. His sword belt soon follows. The man drops to his rump and begins to pull off his boots. "One of ye - go git us some grub. And no swamp rats, ye hear?" He looks up, face flushed.

Lellard continues to speak, failing to realize none of you have yet departed on his commanded errand. "These Rhemmies - Rhelmsmen - they be a tough lot. Like to fight up close, though, so we'll ping 'em a bit before they near us. I sees some of ye have bows - let's hope ye can use 'em."

Lellard pulls his chain shirt up over his head and tosses the armor onto the mud. You watched as water seeps through the rusted links. The soldier continues. "Now, when they be seeing me in me armor...well, them Rhemmies ain't dumb. They'll mark me as the leader and come for me like a herd o' boars. That's fine," he shows yellow teeth in a wide grin, "that's fine. It'll save me the trouble o' ferretin' them out of this here muddy cesspool."

He tosses both boots onto his half-submerged armor, leans back, and rests his head on crossed arms. "Wake me when dinner's ready, eh?"

OOC: Glad you guys posted a little of your backgrounds, as Celt suggested. I wanted to add that you should do exactly that, but it was late, I had already turned off the computer, and bed called. Good stuff!

 

[Celtavian]

Thom Joffson...

Thom's been slowing the group down. He can barely shoulder his equipment, but he didn't complain or ask for help during the march through the swamp. He just kept on trudging.

"I thought you brought plenty of food Lellard", Thom says with concern. He undoes his pack and sets it on a patch of dry swamp grass, then sits down next to it kicking his legs out and stretching his arms.

OOC: We still have another coming Destan? A troll I can use as a porter...*chuckle*

 

[Despaxas]

You all hear splashes and as you glance into the mist-shrouded swamp you see a young, handsome man - well boy really - approaching. He stands about 5 feet 9 tall in his muddy and torn buckskin outfit. He's holding a shortspear and a crossbow is slung on his back with the quiver of quarels strapped to his hip. He approaches the camp with an easy grin on his face. You recognize young Gareth Fitz Hugh, son of Hugh the fisherman and Molly the herb-woman. Gareth is a bit of a recluse, always tramping around in the swamp. Of course that's what he does best. One of the finest hunters in the village.

"Well, hello there. What are you all doing in the swamp. I don't think I've ever seen all of you in the swamp at the same time? Some important tourist get himself lost?" He grins. "Lellard ... why are you here?" He looks at the heavily armed group. "Say ... what's going on? Why is everybody dressed for a fight?"

OOC: hmmm, sorry about the late response, didn't know we had started yet OOC:

OOC: OOC:

 

[Celtavian]

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Thom looks a bit surprised to see Gareth, "You shouldn't be walking about by yourself Gareth. There's war afoot. Seems the Rhelmsmen are causing trouble and heading in this direction. We've been sent to make sure they don't take Argos or make it through the swamp unnoticed. You best be careful. If you've seen anything, you should report it to Lellard."

 

[Despaxas]

"War!?" Gareth excitedly begins. "No, I haven't seen anything yet. Oh wow, a real war, I've only ever heard stories. I'm coming with you guys. Do you need food? Or did you bring enough? I still have some."

Gareth rummages through his things and finally brings forth a haunch of meat from a satchel. "Here it is. I'll start a fire and cook it for you guys." Gareth starts preparing dinner muttering about war.

Looking at Thom: "So, eh, why? I mean why is there war? And what are we supposed to do? Do we have a mission?" An excited glimmer in his eyes betrays the young man's neutral expression.

 

[Destan]

Lellard first eyes Gareth with suspicion and a hint of disdain, but that quickly changes when he sees the haunch of meat. "Damn, boyo! Good to have ye aboard! I'm hungry enough to eat all o' Eldath's forest folk, that's for sure."

Lellard watches as Gareth begins to collect firewood. Lellard's face is easily readable - you can tell he's wrestling with some thought. Finally, he murmurs, "Well, ain't no harm in a little fire, is there? Not now, not this soon. Once we get deeper in the swamp - that's when we'll buckle down and be a bit quieter. Yes, yes? Good."

 

[Celtavian]

Thom Joffson...

"Do we have something to worry about already Lellard?" Thom asks with more than a hint of concern in his voice.