renau1g's Fort Belurian Adventure [Pathfinder]

[renau1g]

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Everyone all set to continue?
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[Rhun]

"Now, if this damnable ship can get us to where we're goin', perhaps we can get out job done." The dwarf puffs, blowing the smoke into the air, and watching as it moves through the air, toward the ship's stern.


OOC: Ready to go.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Mourn Braegan

"I too am ready to find out what fate has befallen our brethren at the Fort."

 

[renau1g]

The ship requires about three days of repairs before the crew are able to operate it correctly again. The captain is able to keep the crew orderly despite the delay and you continue on your way. The weather continues to be amicable, although the heat is gradually growing as you head south.

The captain alerts you that you'll be reaching the destination today, and sure enough, in a few hours a dot appears on the horizon. At its sight the demeanor of the men begins to shift and they grow quiet as the ship approaches the port. As it continues to grow in size and you can see the rough outline of the wooden pallisade around the fort, another small form is seen heading your way.

As it approaches you can see its a longboat, a curiously primitive looking vessel, crewed by six light-skinned humans. The boat lists badly to the post side.

A woman stands up and shouts "In the name of the honourable Lord Henri d'Aventhal, ruler of Fort Belurian, I request a moment of your time. Our fort has been attacked by a vicious dragon, and I fear that before long, it will fall. I ask for aid in defending the fort"

 

[Scott DeWar]

The ship requires about three days of repairs before the crew are able to operate it correctly again. The captain is able to keep the crew orderly despite the delay and you continue on your way. The weather continues to be amicable, although the heat is gradually growing as you head south. . . . edit . . . .

As it approaches you can see its a longboat, a curiously primitive looking vessel, crewed by six light-skinned humans. The boat lists badly to the post side.

A woman stands up and shouts "In the name of the honourable Lord Henri d'Aventhal, ruler of Fort Belurian, I request a moment of your time. Our fort has been attacked by a vicious dragon, and I fear that before long, it will fall. I ask for aid in defending the fort"

OOC: what does vernon know of this 'Honorable Henri d'Aventhal, supposed ruler of the fort'? profession sheck: 1d20+5=19

 

[renau1g]

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You've heard that Henri d'Aventhal is a minor noble with ties to the Flaming Fists, however he is no lord by any stretch, neither owning land nor having the title passed down his family line. At best he'd be considered an Esquire, but you've heard that he is an able administrator, possibly the reasoning behind his appointment as leader of the Fort
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[Rhun]

Baelor stares at the woman, his waraxe resting casually on his shoulder. "I've always wanted some nice gloves made o' dragonhide. Guess I'll be gettin' my chance."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Vernon will signal to the captain to join the group of adventurers and when he has joined us, will quietly relay all information to the group.

 

[Leif]

"Iffy" P. Quackenbush, Gnome Divine Sorcerer

Upon hearing the information from Vernon, Iffy says, "I guess when you're this far from real civilization, you takes what you gets as far as nobility is concerned. At least he will be friendly to some Fellow Fists!"

OOC: Back!

 

[Rhun]

Baelor shrugs. "Who cares who's who. There seems to be a wee drake that needs its arse kicked back into the jungle." He hefts his axe and readies his shield. "Let's get t' work."