pneumatik's WotBS 1 - The Scouring of Gate Pass

[Thanee]

Lytha

“With the chill? No, not really. As for the charming... the biggest problem we might face is, that if they do get suspicious, it will be much harder to charm them. So we do have to stay focused and maybe we will have to improvise. I also know a more sophisticated form of that ‘magic’ in that case, however; it's a bit more intrusive, but it does not suffer from that downside.”

 

[Rhun]

"Yes, the rest of us will simply walk along beside the cart. Just be ready...if for some reason the plan fails, we may have to flee the guard, or perhaps even fight our way out of the city." Hollister turns to look at Korrin and Liiros. "Would one of you mind doing the honors? I do believe you are the strongest of us."

 

[pneumatik]

"Hollister has the right of it," Diogenes says. "Make sure you keep the guards happy, or at least unsuspicious, until I get out of wagon - that's how you'll know I'm done. It should take a couple of minutes. Lytha, if you want to help with spellcasting I recommend hiding in here, too. We should both be able to fit." He draws the wand again. "Okay. Good luck. And try to avoid any potholes on the way there."

He starts to climb into the back of the wagon but stops. "I almost forgot." He reaches into a pocket inside his robe and pulls out a bag of coins. He tosses it to Hollister. "Share with your friends. I'm sure you'll need it when you finally make it out of the city. Consider it a donation from some of my fellow students." And with that he climbs into the back of the wagon, hiding under the tarp.

"Hold tight, Diogenes," Torrent says. "Our gate's a couple of miles to the east. Korrin and Lirros, if you would get us moving?"

 

[Arkhandus]

Liiros bristles. "Let it be known, on the record, that I do NOT appreciate being treated as a common pack mule. There is only so much indignity I can stand to suffer for you strangers."

Despite his angry objection, Liiros stomps over to the cart and takes hold of the bars at the front of the cart, gritting his teeth and losing his usual friendly face.


OOC: Liiros can pull around 700 to 800 pounds besides the gear he's wearing and carrying already.

 

[renau1g]

Korrin adamantly refuses this treatment, he will walk alongside the wagon, "My father may be a corrupt basterd, but I still am of noble blood and will not lower myself to that of a common farm animal." he thinks angrily as he moves to a place next to the wagon.

 

[Rhun]

Hollister can only roll his eyes at the response of his companions, chuckling under his breath. Find them a way out of the city, and they'll still complain about it he thinks. As Liiros begins to pull the cart, the wizard wraps his cloak tighter about his body, and falls into line beside it.

 

[Theroc]

"Let it be known, on the record, that I do NOT appreciate being treated as a common pack mule. There is only so much indignity I can stand to suffer for you strangers."

"Who said we're treating you like a pack mule? If we were, I'd be feeding you oats, and possibly whipping you ta make ya go faster. It's just you're the strongest, and we need to make the cart move... that's rather important, yanno..."

Rae explained, before falling silently and falling in behind the others, beside the cart.

 

[Thanee]

Lytha

“Yes, Diogenes, hiding might be the best idea. While my powers are rather subtle, I'm still too inexperienced in making them completely undetectable. As for pulling the cart, I would offer my help, but I'm afraid, feats of strength are not exactly my forte,” the frail elf says. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I would probably just hold you up more than actually help.”

 

[pneumatik]

Lytha crawls into the cart and squeezes next to Diogenes. It's dark and cramped but at least you're out of the wind. Like Diogenes said, there are multiple small cracks in the walls that allow you to see out of the wagon. Moments later the wagon lurches forward as Liiros sullenly starts pulling. Seeing that Korrin isn't pulling, Torrent steps next to Liiros and starts helping pull.

It takes about half an hour to reach the gate out of the city that Torrent plans on using. As you approach the gate you see over a half-dozen guards manning it. They're bundled up tightly against the early-morning cold. One of the soldiers, older with extra knotwork on his helmet, steps forward. "I don't know where you think you're going with that, but it's not through my gate," he says.

 

[Arkhandus]

Liiros is rather irate by the time he reaches the gate with the thrice-damned cart. He answers the guard with "Like hell I'm not getting rid of this thing. Some ass just forced me to haul this bedeviled cart all the way over here and dump it outside. I don't get anything if I don't take care of it, and Corellon help me if I have to drag the piece of crap all the way back with nothing to show for it."

"I'll do something violent, so help me, and a lot if it. A whole bloody lot of it. I'm hot, I'm chilly, my feet are sore, my back is cramped, my blisters have blisters, my hands are raw, I haven't had a decent rest in something like two days, my arms are numb, I can't feel my face anymore, I'm sweaty, I stink, I can't remember the last time I bathed, I'll probably never be able to sit straight again, I'll probably have a hunched back for the next several centuries, I think my thigh-bones have become permanently lodged halfway up my ass, I may have to amputate my toes and fingers, and my perfect teeth are probably ruined from all the gnashing and gritting and grinding of this accursed trek across this thrice-damned city that some moron saw fit to settle oh so long ago even though the most hirsute orc probably never could've become comfortable here," the sore and seriously peeved elf continues.

"I hate your wretched pile of rocks and hovels and dirt and snow that you call a city, I hate the people here, I hope the wretched Scourge of orcs ravages your dingy little rock pit beyond recognition, and I'm going to *really* hate it if I can't be rid of this whole accursed place for good *right now*," Liiros finishes while gritting his teeth.