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(LHHS) The Light Hearted Hack n' Slash Game (III)
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Creamsteak
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The Argonian and Khajitte don't know how to react, they wait and say, "That's fine, but what about him?" They point their fingers at the orc again...
Sollir Furryfoot
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The orc speaks underneath his heavy helmet, "We," he motions to Khala, "Have business." He pauses, waiting for the Khajitte and the Argonian to understand, "This problem is none of your concern. Leave. Now. I won't ask again."
He holds his greataxe up intimidatingly to the two thugs as he waits for their course of action, attempting at least to show no immediate threat to Khala.
He holds his greataxe up intimidatingly to the two thugs as he waits for their course of action, attempting at least to show no immediate threat to Khala.
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Creamsteak
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The two stare at each other, and the Argonian turns over to the corner the pair have been examining closely for some time. It yells, "Run, hesa after you!"
Khala, you hear the running steps of someone roughly 30 feet away around the shanty.
The Argonian, with dagger, backs up 20 feet, hand on the pommel, and stares defensively at the Orc.
The Khajitte runs in the direction of the footsteps, stumbling a bit on his left foot. Sollir, your character notices that the Khajitte has a very bloody and severely gimped up left foot.
The Argonian signals to you, "Don't go after them! I swear, that child isn't going to be a slave to anyone, I'll die first!"
Khala, you hear the running steps of someone roughly 30 feet away around the shanty.
The Argonian, with dagger, backs up 20 feet, hand on the pommel, and stares defensively at the Orc.
The Khajitte runs in the direction of the footsteps, stumbling a bit on his left foot. Sollir, your character notices that the Khajitte has a very bloody and severely gimped up left foot.
The Argonian signals to you, "Don't go after them! I swear, that child isn't going to be a slave to anyone, I'll die first!"
Sollir Furryfoot
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Rhiamon puts down his axe, clearly in thought. "It would be my duty to return a simple slave girl to a friend whom I owe a favor to. However, it is not my job to find and enslave a free woman and her child." He continues, "Now, assuming what the guards told me was true-you," He now talks to Khala, "have offered to buy this woman her freedom. I believe her owner will be pleased enough if this conflict is resolved without unnecessary bloodshed."
The armored orc nods, satisfied with his decision, "I believe she is considered to be a relatively cheap slave, some coins amounting up to forty gold should suffice."
"However, the child is a different story." Breaking the suspense, he smiles slightly as he continues, "But I have technically only been informed about the woman and not the child yet. You don't have to worry as he is not my problem."
The armored orc nods, satisfied with his decision, "I believe she is considered to be a relatively cheap slave, some coins amounting up to forty gold should suffice."
"However, the child is a different story." Breaking the suspense, he smiles slightly as he continues, "But I have technically only been informed about the woman and not the child yet. You don't have to worry as he is not my problem."
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Creamsteak
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As the Orc leaves, the Argonian grabs Khala by the wrist after sheething his dagger. He leads you down into a small shanty near the water-bed of the nearby pond. There's a small fire outside, some whater barely steaming just above. The Argonian gently opens the cloth into the shanty.
You find that the large Khajitte is holding what appears to be a small hairy human baby. He holds it gently, smirking gayly and rubbing his nose across the babies shrunken face. It's hard to say, but the baby appears to be a girl, possibly, and is addorned by a copper tiara-like object around her forehead.
The woman, haggered, brutally tired, and having only recently given birth (maybe a week), seems utterly sick. Her skin is pale, her sweat is cold and makes her chest, arms, shoulders, and face glimmer a bit.
The argonian rests the back of his paw across the woman's forehead, he states, "I'm not one to judge when a warm-blood is hot-skinned, but I believe that Chalis is suffering from a fever."
The smile on the face of the Khajitte turns to a frown, but he continues to stare into his daughter's eyes. He snuggles up with the baby, and mutters something containing the discernable word, "shameness..."
The Argonian turns to his Khajitte friend and explains that you have offered to pay off the woman's worth. His reaction is to be somewhat stagnant, but still very happy. The Khajitte continues to stare into his daughter's eyes.
The argonian comes up to you, "I wouldn't ever beg, I'm not a begger, I earned my freedom, but... I'm not the one with a baby in my arms. I must ask, for her sake, could you help with dinner? The Oddishes are few these days, and it is hard to scrap together anything to eat out here."
The argonian proceeds to explain that the child is a half-khajitte (extremely rare, often miscarriaged), born of this Breton woman and this Khajitte. "As a girl, she has the potential to be a shaman, and if she is lucky enough to enherit her mothers charisma, she would be a very good one..."
You find that the large Khajitte is holding what appears to be a small hairy human baby. He holds it gently, smirking gayly and rubbing his nose across the babies shrunken face. It's hard to say, but the baby appears to be a girl, possibly, and is addorned by a copper tiara-like object around her forehead.
The woman, haggered, brutally tired, and having only recently given birth (maybe a week), seems utterly sick. Her skin is pale, her sweat is cold and makes her chest, arms, shoulders, and face glimmer a bit.
The argonian rests the back of his paw across the woman's forehead, he states, "I'm not one to judge when a warm-blood is hot-skinned, but I believe that Chalis is suffering from a fever."
The smile on the face of the Khajitte turns to a frown, but he continues to stare into his daughter's eyes. He snuggles up with the baby, and mutters something containing the discernable word, "shameness..."
The Argonian turns to his Khajitte friend and explains that you have offered to pay off the woman's worth. His reaction is to be somewhat stagnant, but still very happy. The Khajitte continues to stare into his daughter's eyes.
The argonian comes up to you, "I wouldn't ever beg, I'm not a begger, I earned my freedom, but... I'm not the one with a baby in my arms. I must ask, for her sake, could you help with dinner? The Oddishes are few these days, and it is hard to scrap together anything to eat out here."
The argonian proceeds to explain that the child is a half-khajitte (extremely rare, often miscarriaged), born of this Breton woman and this Khajitte. "As a girl, she has the potential to be a shaman, and if she is lucky enough to enherit her mothers charisma, she would be a very good one..."
Darkwolf
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"Madam, you need more than just dinner, you need to have that fever cured. I, however, can not do so as I am not a cleric but I can take care of your child's hunger pains."
Khala drops 4 gold into her hands.
Khala then runs to catch up to the orc.
"How do I know you work for her owner? How do I know you will take the money to her owner? How do I know you will not inform her owner about the child? Answer those three and we'll continue talking."
Khala drops 4 gold into her hands.
Khala then runs to catch up to the orc.
"How do I know you work for her owner? How do I know you will take the money to her owner? How do I know you will not inform her owner about the child? Answer those three and we'll continue talking."
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Sollir Furryfoot
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Rhiamon is lost in thought when Khala approaches him, he still wonders why he chose to help out at that moment like he did. Not against the rules...he thinks, but certainly not adhering to them in a faithful manner.
His initial reaction is to snarl at the drow, for all his questions, but he quickly calms down. "I do not work for the owner of the slave, although I owe him a favor, nor do I plan to collect the money except to help arrange a meeting as soon as possible so this matter can be resolved. And you have my word that I will not try to bring up the child, that should suffice."
"However, I have a few questions of my own," He looks into Khala's eyes, "I perfer you not to lie about them either." He waits for the dark elf's response, then continues.
"What interest do you have in this child, or the woman? Why is it so important to you that you would risk your life to save it. Also, who are you? You obviously have at least some...power, within you." He steps back to take another look, examining him.
His initial reaction is to snarl at the drow, for all his questions, but he quickly calms down. "I do not work for the owner of the slave, although I owe him a favor, nor do I plan to collect the money except to help arrange a meeting as soon as possible so this matter can be resolved. And you have my word that I will not try to bring up the child, that should suffice."
"However, I have a few questions of my own," He looks into Khala's eyes, "I perfer you not to lie about them either." He waits for the dark elf's response, then continues.
"What interest do you have in this child, or the woman? Why is it so important to you that you would risk your life to save it. Also, who are you? You obviously have at least some...power, within you." He steps back to take another look, examining him.
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