Off to War - Duet (Jareth)

[HolyMan]

Well I am glad you stayed in character DW (+200xp), and I dislike anything posted in Off to War that isn't in camp so here we are.

I will need a minute to figure out everything and it is late so see you here tomorrow night. I need to finish things in WotBS before bed.

HM

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[Dragonwriter]

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Do you want me to add that 200 XP right now or are you going to factor it into the XP handout tonight/tomorrow?

By the way, I will be slow posting for this weekend. I take part in a local haunted house gig as the "resident demon," so to speak, and am gone from my computer. And I'm pretty sure I'll be bushed come Monday.
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[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] Sorry fo rthe delay I to have had a busy weekend and then SIm card trouble today. But we are in business let's work on some charater development for Jareth And when I reward XP out of the normal rotation I go right to the RG and add it (so I don't forget). Ok then Game ON! [/sblock]

Fallon leads Jareth to the edge of the irregulars camp where a group of five armed men stand and waiting. The young noblemen has never seen a bunch of meaner looking cut-throats in all his life. He scans the group for anyone he knows but he wasn't in the camp that first month making friends and then he was on the assignment with Martomum.

"Well, well you will be joining these men Jareth." Fallon says as they near - the older man moving to the center of the group and reaching into his bag. "Here, here." he says handing a small vial to each man and then turning to hand one to Jareth. "This will heal you should, should you be hurt. Do you need anything else?"

[sblock=OOC2] Handed potion of cure mod. (2d8+5) and equipment check? [/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth gives the men a short nod, face still scowling, then stretches a little. He gives the small mace Fallon handed him last night a few swings, frowning. "I suppose a longspear is out of the question."

Looking at the five warriors, he asks flatly, "Fallon only told me we're going to rescue some men held captive by the Treylor. Any more information?"

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My equipment? It boils down to this: light mace (I assume, given by Fallon last night), studded leather armor, cloak of elvenkind (though I'm not wearing it; it's safely stowed in my pack where it won't come to any harm) and now a potion of Cure Moderate.
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[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] Don't forget this stuff all your equipment was returned and I would probably take away one of the trail rations (used on your trip to Harkon).

Armor, Clothes: Studded Leather (+3 AC, +5 max DEX, -1 ACP, 20 lbs, 25 GP), Traveler’s outfit (free), Signet Ring on his left index finger (5 GP, 0 lbs)

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Container: Backpack

Contents: bedroll, hemp rope (50 ft.), 2 sunrods, 10 days of trail rations,


Container: Belt Pouch 1

Contents: flint and steel, waterskin,

Container: Belt Pouch 2

Contents: coins [/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

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Yeah, the rest of that stuff... When I think equipment, I think more of what I'm going to use. And I'll admit I haven't done the best job keeping up with what gear is on my sheet... For example, I should be missing another ration or two, from Spider's Path.
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[HolyMan]

Hearing Jareth ask about a spear a long limbed boy with short cropped hair hurries over to what look like two poles laying on the ground. Lifting them Jareth sees they are indeed longspears and he tosses one over. "Wonder'n how I was gonna carry these then. Thanks." He says with a nod. The boy has a bunch of javelins in a case on his back and a dagger on his hip.

Jareth notices three other men are just as heavily armed, one with two quivers on his back and a short sword at his hip and bow in hand.

A barrel chested brute with massive arms holds a spiked club nearly four feet long and as big around as Jareth's leg at the tip. He also carries two daggers at his belt.

The only one carring a shield looks like a weapons rack. A dagger at his boot, a mace at his hip, and two blade handles across his back stick up past each shoulder. And he carries a flail in his free hand!

The last ruffian wears a thick furred coat as if it was the middle of winter. The brown fur covers everything but his dull green leggings and he only carries a satchel across one shoulder. He looks to be the oldest in this group with grey in his handlebar moustache and receding hair line.

"Rescue yes," The furred coated man says. "We have the Treylor holed up, but the ravine is narrow and the army can't attack in mass. And the groups that have tried have takin heavy casualties. So while they are penned in and watching the army to make another mistake we will sneak in the back and take them out. Simple."

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[Dragonwriter]

Jareth nods to the boy, setting the butt of the longspear in the ground and slipping the light mace through his belt. Turning to the only man who spoke, Jareth raises an eyebrow at the explanation. "Sounds simple enough... You expect to climb down the ravine from the back?"

His eyes note the details, attentive as ever, even if his mind doesn't quite register them. Deep in his thoughts, he realizes these soldiers may be more experienced combatants than he, and it wouldn't be a surprise. Back to the task at hand, he sharply follows up with, "And how many Treylor do we get to kill?" his eyes going stormy as he asks.

 

[HolyMan]

The older man smiles, "We are going to kill them all."

The group ready to go follows the bowman as he takes the lead. Jareth looks back and sees Fallon standing at the edge of camp watching the group head off.

After an almost two mile hike all up hill the group stops to catch their breath and let the bowman scout ahead.

The younger man comes up to Jareth and asks, "You be sounded like ya don't like them knife ears much, why's that?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

At the older man's response, Jareth smiles, teeth bared. "I can get behind that idea."

The hike itself annoys him, but with the mind focused on more vengeance at hand, and saving the lives of the captives, it passes rather swiftly for the young man. Yet even so, his thoughts go to the words of that arrogant buffoon Malaroc. Am I really consumed by hatred? By vengeance? ... No! Not possible! My father was murdered at their hands, my family held or killed. My cause is more righteous than that self-righteous, high-talking moron could understand!

But even with such thoughts, there is a nagging doubt in the back of his mind...

As the new companion asks a question, breaking Jareth from his reverie, his eyes flash into a glare. But before he snaps at the young man, likely a close age to himself, he pauses, gaze softening. What the hell does it matter if I tell him? Not like it's doing much good being kept secret... He looks his ally in the eye and says lowly, "Treylor murdered my father in cold blood. Maybe the rest of my family, too. That's why I hate them. And that's why I want to end as many of their lives as I can."