Iconics Adventure

[Alhandra]

The armored warrioress parries the colorful woman's blow while wrenching her leg back to dodge the leg-sweep.

"Ahhh.... you've learned some new moves since down in the Vault, aye?

Here's a move I picked up when helping to quell unrest in Baron von Kent's lands recently - "

Alhandra thrusts forward multiple times, a stabbing motion while moving forward each stab, vaguely swashbuckler-like, which Ma' doesn't have too much difficulty parrying.

"But I profess, I feel the style inferior to good old Sword & Board," she says, while clanging her shield strapped acrossed her back.

 

[Alhandra]

Alhandra effortlessly motions for the duel to finish, saying
"It's so good to see us all gathered once again.

I dare say, Evil shall nigh $hite themselves if they espy us coming their way....... *She sniffs noticeably, looks at Krusk, and continues, perturbed * ...or SMELLS us coming their way!

Krusk!
Have you been sleeping with Bugbears, or what?
Heironeous save my senses - just being near you makes me feel unclean."

*The holy warrior quickly does a sign of the Lightning Bolt from her head, down then across to her breast, to her abdomen *

"Has anyone seen Jozan or Mialee? Perhaps their combined spell-arsenal might find a way to grant our Barbarian friend a modicum of tact and hygiene while they're at it."

 

[Krusk]

"Hunh... Sorry Ally... someone told me it was a prerequiste for Frightful Presence." He glares at Kazak. "Was probably just the horse... Always give me gas."

*FURP!*

"Sorry..."

 

[GnomeWorks]

OOC:

OOC: No problem, Krusk.

Krusk and Kazak - the two pieces of your map seem to line up. You both notice that there is a small dot marked upon Kazak's map, that bears the label "DP", and a small line extends from it that curves in a few places and extends over and across Krusk's parchment, though it doesn't end on Krusk's map.

[color=white]______ ______
|    | |   /|
| .--| |--/ |
|_DP_| |____|[/color]

 

[Kazak]

"Eh, interestin'..." Kazak stares at the map for a moment, then calls over to the warriors. "Lasses, would ye mind bringin' those map pieces of yers over here."

"I've not seen Jozan or Mialee since the Vault. Jozan was mutterin' somethin' about Cthullu-cults or the like last time I saw him."

 

[Mialee]

*huff, puff*

I'm here! I... phew. You people could send me a message, you know. Ma', you're a psionicist, right? I don't come to these parts often, I can't know you're organizing a party until someone tells me. It's just by chance that I happened by this old "Character Inn" tavern and found you here.

Would someone like to tell me what we're doing?

 

[GnomeWorks]

As you put your pieces of map on the table alongside those of Krusk and Kazak, you can all see that there are several pieces that obviously go together. After a few minutes of juggling the pieces around, you find that they form what looks to be roughly half of a map.

Drawn across the various pieces of parchment is a huge mountain range - the one that Defluo Pass goes through. A thin line, originating at the dot representing your current location, meanders through these mountains.

However, the path suddenly ends - as does the rest of the map. How much of the map is missing, you don't know - but it is only the right part of the map. The top, left, and bottom sections are all relatively straight and show no signs of tear that the right side bears.

[color=white]___________________________
| 			   [b]>[/b]
|		    ______[b]<[/b]
|		   /       [b]>[/b]
|	   __	  /	  [b]<[/b]
|	  /  \	 /         [b]>[/b]
| 	 /    \	/    	  [b]<[/b]
|	/      V	   [b]>[/b]
| [b].[/b]____/		  [b]<[/b]
| DP			   [b]>[/b]
|  			  [b]<[/b]
|__________________________[b]>[/b][/color]

 

[Kazak]

Kazak scratches at his beard while he studdies the map.

"I think this is yer answer lass." he replies to Mialee, gesturing at the map. "Odd, don'tcha think... Keys last time, map bits this. Someone like us workin' together..."

 

[Tordek]

With a clash the wooden door swings open, and in it appears a grumpy dwarf. Soaking wet from the rain he sets his frist dripping foot in the tavern grunching some remark about Goblin sexuality.

Curse that bloody rain. Makes me jearn for a nice dry cave with Goblins a plenty to get my aching bones warmed up!

The dwarf puts his helmet on the table and his axe besides it. Then taking a look around the shack he sees the bunch hanging over a table.

Recognising them after that while, he grins, water still dripping from his beard.

So lads! Here have ye been hidin' ? Couldn't find any better accomodations now could we!

And the dwarf clutching his belly and laughing merrily walks, still dripping, over to the table.

And might ya have something to clean my up abit with? Would be much appreciated dear sirs!

With those words he takes a dripping look down on what's on the table.

 

[Krusk]

Krusk turns to watch Tordek arrive amidst the ever-changing storm outside. "Anyone else showing up? Thought we had another dwarf lying around here somewhere..."

*FURP!*

"Sorry..."