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[LPF] Ryall's Estate

I spent a year in Japan, and by the 6th month, I absolutely craved a Papa John's pizza. And I don't even like Papa John's pizza. But I thought about it constantly when I was over there. It's weird what you fixate on when you can't have it.

OOC: I'm from the States, but I've lived in England for most of the last three years. I'm a HUGE fan of Chinese food, and the Chinese food here is categorically terrible. It's haunted me from the day I discovered that fact. I also miss Mexican food - only had a single proper burrito during my time here (on a visit to London). Hopefully I'll get one of these for my first meal back in the States next week.

I can only imagine how Quioan feels. ;)
 

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Rubbing his beard thoughtfully after joinging the others in the clearing and listening to their discourse, Relic takes in the sight and tries to make sense of it.

So, a huntsman, with a composite bow, well built but lean. Probably human, with a talent for training animals, in particular hawks and boar. If the person we are looking for isn't the Park Ranger from house Gabbiano, I'd be mildly surprised. How does a ranger make a house transportable I wonder? We couldn't even get the cart through these trees, let alone a hut.

He wanders over to the spilled bag of gems.

Did they leave in a hurry ... or was this left here deliberately?

Unafraid of the consequences he bends down and scoops up the pouch, pouring the gems out onto his palm, to take a better look at them and judge how much they might be worth, or if they are a gem of some special quality related to arcane components.

So, the cheeky bugger had been waiting here all along, waiting for Mr Rogue to leave, so he could steal the house ... I wonder if he needs these gems to manage that ...

[sblock=OOC] Agrees about keeping it all in one thread. I was really just making sure I wasn't making some kind of Pbp faux pas by commenting OOC all the time :) [/sblock]
 

How does a ranger make a house transportable I wonder? We couldn't even get the cart through these trees, let alone a hut.

"That's what I would like to know, as well. Hopefully we'll get a chance to ask this fellow."

He wanders over to the spilled bag of gems.

Did they leave in a hurry ... or was this left here deliberately?

"My guess is that they left in a hurry. The tracks seem to me to indicate a struggle - I don't think the boar was playing with our pursuant nearly as nicely as the hawks were."

Seeing Relic begin his incantations, Quioan adds, "I actually checked the gems for arcana when I was scouting the clearing - seemed mundane to my eye." Turning to the others, he gestured towards the tracks. "Shall we continue?

 

We gain nothing by waiting except lost time and distance to catch up tomorrow. And at each new turn we learn something new. Let us press on until the light forces us stop. As for the gems ... they need not be magical in order for one to channel magic through them young Master Scorchsong. Anyone who has twiddled bat dung while flinging fireballs will confirm that be truth. Some meaning they have, of that I'm certain.

Relic follows the elves when they press on after the tracks. But before they leave he makes a comment after having let Quioan's remark about the boar sink in.

Be on your guard, friends. If this man can set hawks upon us, it is not unthinkable that he can set a boar upon us, even if it chased him out of here. If the man has any talent as a ranger whatsoever, I'm sure he can find away to make pursuit as uncomfortable as possible. And if an angry boar you have to use, I'm sure he'll use it.

OOC: Relic is on guard, staff in hand defensively listening as intently as he possibly can for sounds of hooved feet charging through the forest in his direction and peering ahead of him as far as his cursed eyes will allow...
Edit: Ahahaha ... which is about two or three inches in front of his face!
 
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OOC: jbear, your talent for rolling low never ceases to amaze me. :)


As the group took up the trail again, Quioan spoke.

As for the gems ... they need not be magical in order for one to channel magic through them young Master Scorchsong. Anyone who has twiddled bat dung while flinging fireballs will confirm that be truth. Some meaning they have, of that I'm certain.

"Point taken, Old Dog. I was merely trying to save you the chore of inquiring magically. But you're right - an object can register as mundane and still serve a higher purpose in the proper hands. My apologies for jumping the gun."

Be on your guard, friends. If this man can set hawks upon us, it is not unthinkable that he can set a boar upon us, even if it chased him out of here. If the man has any talent as a ranger whatsoever, I'm sure he can find away to make pursuit as uncomfortable as possible. And if an angry boar you have to use, I'm sure he'll use it.

"Agreed. If we do come upon the beast, it will likely be aggressive in the extreme. Take care that you don't allow it to corner you - boars are fast, and a single creatures can cause a great deal of damage with its tusks. Have the proper magic ready, Old Dog, and I will do the same if it comes to it - boars are hearty, and fairly light on their feet for their size, but their minds are easily manipulated, and their will is easily overcome."
 

"And they make squish very goodly," the barbarian adds, waving his earthbreaker with a crooked grin. "Come, we should be goings to get bacons."

OOC: Poor, poor Relic. The Wind is blowing against him today.

Okay, Daylily's going to be carrying his hammer so that upon seeing the beast, he can immediately rage, make a screaming charge, get criticalled on an AoO, and then die. Such is the (short) life of a barbarian.
 

Okay, Daylily's going to be carrying his hammer so that upon seeing the beast, he can immediately rage, make a screaming charge, get criticalled on an AoO, and then die. Such is the (short) life of a barbarian.

OOC: Better you than me. :lol:
 

Ryall and Roug poke their heads into the clearing, but don't seem inclined to enter more than a step. The talk of wild boars, especially after the hawk attack, appears to have them nervous.

Meanwhile, Relic empties the ripped pouch of its contents. Between what's still on the ground and what spills into his hands, there are 11 gems at the campsite which are like the one Kazanto found. Relic also finds a piece of parchment.

[sblock=Relic]Relic knows there are spells that require gems as their material component, but these don't seem to be prepared in any special way that would suggest they're meant for such.

He estimates their worth at around 80 gp apiece, though between the failing light and his untrusty eyes, he might be off by some one way or another.

The parchment is dry and discolored, the writing starting to fade a bit. It also seems to have been a victim to whatever tore the pouch open. He can piece it together enough to read most of it. What he makes out reads as follows (any place there's a pair of asterisks, it indicate holes in the parchment or marred writing that's indecipherable):

**rs of Gabbiano

** say our shipping rates must prove our involvement in criminal enterpr**. The true **piracy theorists insist our fortunes in these endeavors can only come ** deals **ade with dark powers.

** have but one word to say to this, and to you in your efforts ** forward: Hogwash.

The signature is elaborate and rather entirely unreadable, but there does appear to be yet another Gabbiano seal, this time at the bottom of the parchment.[/sblock]

GM: I want to give [MENTION=41485]InVinoVeritas[/MENTION] and [MENTION=6666944]maquise[/MENTION] a chance to chime in before I push things forward.
 



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