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[Pathfinder] DarkSun: Dangerous Beginnings
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Walking Dad
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ooc: Thanks for helping me out. Role call, who is still gaming? Next post is the last stall for a bit of action...
Before you can reach them, they see you, too. "Hey, you, come over here!" They have the same armors you are and carrying some weapons, but nothing else...
Walking Dad
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You remember: The air was thick with the smell of burning caravan. The enormous house-sized wagon had met its end in the deep desert, and wood, leather, dead bodies, and anything else not valuable enough to carry away now joined together in a crackling bonfire. Athas's coppery sun, slipping behind the western horizon, tinted the roiling column of smoke bloody red.
Their brightly colored cloaks and shirts and loose, blousy pants of the victorios elves flapped gaily as they spun and danced in the flickering light, and their voices rose in laughter and song.
You got just away with the things you had on your body when the elves attacked. Wandering nearly aimless (you know a carvan outpost near here, but it is owned by another merchant house, but perhaps...) with some other guards (who somehow gave you not little credit for the disaster), you spotted some other shapes.
Before you could say anything, Raluk called: "Hey, you, come over here!" They wear leather armor and carrying some weapons, and... water. They somehow have gotten some water![/sblock]
The former guards consist of two muls, three humans and (perhaps, it's sometimes hard to tell) one half-elf. They wear either leather or bone armor, and carry different slashing weapons. One has a bow.
You remember: The air was thick with the smell of burning caravan. The enormous house-sized wagon had met its end in the deep desert, and wood, leather, dead bodies, and anything else not valuable enough to carry away now joined together in a crackling bonfire. Athas's coppery sun, slipping behind the western horizon, tinted the roiling column of smoke bloody red.
Their brightly colored cloaks and shirts and loose, blousy pants of the victorios elves flapped gaily as they spun and danced in the flickering light, and their voices rose in laughter and song.
You got just away with the things you had on your body when the elves attacked. Wandering nearly aimless (you know a carvan outpost near here, but it is owned by another merchant house, but perhaps...) with some other guards (who somehow gave you not little credit for the disaster), you spotted some other shapes.
Before you could say anything, Raluk called: "Hey, you, come over here!" They wear leather armor and carrying some weapons, and... water. They somehow have gotten some water![/sblock]
The former guards consist of two muls, three humans and (perhaps, it's sometimes hard to tell) one half-elf. They wear either leather or bone armor, and carry different slashing weapons. One has a bow.
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Reena speaks under her breath to her companions. "Spread out." Then she places her water skin down and begins advancing slowly toward the former guards. Her sword held in down in a non-threatening manner.
Walking Dad
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ooc: @ all: Read the ooc thread, please.
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/264016-pathfinder-ooc-darksun-game-6.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/264016-pathfinder-ooc-darksun-game-6.html
GandalfMithrandir
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the Half- Elf steps out in front of the group of former guards
"There's safety in greater numbers, I can't necesarily speak for my companions right now but I think we should travel together."
"There's safety in greater numbers, I can't necesarily speak for my companions right now but I think we should travel together."
Lela makes a quick glance at where GM is stepping and tries to size up this group that is approaching. Then she's shocked to recognize the Half-Elf and Mul as two of the slaves that were on board the caravan.
She thinks to herself. Freed slaves are a much craftier lot in this kind of situation than free men. Nobodies going to get their freedom and then die the next day from dehydration without one helluva fight.
Lela laughs out loud.
"Look's like we all just lost our jobs!"
Lela takes a quick glancing inventory of the supplies that we (the guards) are carrying to determine how long the water and food will last if we add this new group in.... not very long....
"What do you have to offer as far as work is concerned?" <big smile>
/ooc could I get a rough guesstimate on our (the guards) supplies at this point?
**nm, misread the post from up top, I thought we had managed to walk away with a ton of water.**
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