Argent Silvermage
First Post
"Gee Morden, Buy a nice frock. You definatly look like a princess then." Fallon quips. and ducks away before Morden can swing.
The Banewarrens
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Verakka moves to his Krug (I assume that he hasn't left for the bar yet, as your post was regarding the cessation of our meeting)
and tap his arm, pointing out the Guard, motioning that they should tail him.
(If Krug is not there, the closest companion will do).
OoC: My Cohort is finished in the OoC, btw, I went with an Elven Wizard, seeing as we didn't really have that covered.
and tap his arm, pointing out the Guard, motioning that they should tail him.
(If Krug is not there, the closest companion will do).
OoC: My Cohort is finished in the OoC, btw, I went with an Elven Wizard, seeing as we didn't really have that covered.
Hammerhead
Explorer
Malikar notices the duo of Krug and Verakka breaking away from the rest of the group. What was the cause of this? Malikar wasn't sure. However, he was sure that the duo had good reason, and could easily take care of themselves.
Malikar instead will towards the nearest tavern and savor the taste of some mead, inviting Fallon and Titus to join him.
Returning to the meeting spot, Malikar cannot stop from laughing at Fallon's antics. Still, this answered many question the young knight had about his mysterious companion.
So Morden, is that why you're an adventurer, risking his life in caverns far below the earth against evil? To find a gift worthy of a princess? You love her, I assume?
The situation was actually humorous in its own regard. Remembering the words of his dwarven mentor, Hendel Ironmace, Malikar can't help but again engage in deep, rich laughter. Morden was what Hendel would call "a durned fool-all intelligence, no brains."
Malikar instead will towards the nearest tavern and savor the taste of some mead, inviting Fallon and Titus to join him.
Returning to the meeting spot, Malikar cannot stop from laughing at Fallon's antics. Still, this answered many question the young knight had about his mysterious companion.
So Morden, is that why you're an adventurer, risking his life in caverns far below the earth against evil? To find a gift worthy of a princess? You love her, I assume?
The situation was actually humorous in its own regard. Remembering the words of his dwarven mentor, Hendel Ironmace, Malikar can't help but again engage in deep, rich laughter. Morden was what Hendel would call "a durned fool-all intelligence, no brains."
GruTheWanderer
First Post
Verakka and Krug tail the guard out of the temple and into the streets. He looks over his shoulder a time or two, but the two friends easily shift into the shadows.
When the guard reaches Midtown, he enters a tavern called The Griffon.
When the guard reaches Midtown, he enters a tavern called The Griffon.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Verakka nods at the Dwarf.
Turning towards the wall, he pulls out a slim scrollcase, reading quickly from a Scrol <Change Self, deducted>.
Turning back now, a pockmarked human face smiles at Krug.
'This better, my friend?' Perhaps the guard will notice you, though. Maybe a change of clothes or something similar?
Verakka looks about for a cloak shop or something similar.
Turning towards the wall, he pulls out a slim scrollcase, reading quickly from a Scrol <Change Self, deducted>.
Turning back now, a pockmarked human face smiles at Krug.
'This better, my friend?' Perhaps the guard will notice you, though. Maybe a change of clothes or something similar?
Verakka looks about for a cloak shop or something similar.
GruTheWanderer
First Post
While Krug watches at the window and Verakka enters for a drink, the guard speaks with a roguish-looking halfling. The halfling looks quite around suspiciously a few times, but doesn't appear to see either of the two watchers.
Verakka isn't able to make out many of the words, due to the noise of the other patrons. But he does recognize the phrase "Banewarrens". The halfling asks a few questions, and the guard answers.
After five minutes or so, the guard stands up and exits the Griffon, heading back the way he came. The halfling takes another bite of his biscuits and gravy before hustling out to the main street and heading in the direction of Oldtown.
Verakka isn't able to make out many of the words, due to the noise of the other patrons. But he does recognize the phrase "Banewarrens". The halfling asks a few questions, and the guard answers.
After five minutes or so, the guard stands up and exits the Griffon, heading back the way he came. The halfling takes another bite of his biscuits and gravy before hustling out to the main street and heading in the direction of Oldtown.
perivas
First Post
Morden politely ignores Fallon's immature comments.
He does, however, reply to Malikar, "Well, decision making has never been my strong suit. Reasoning...deductive thinking...yes. It seems that things always just work out for me. Events happen and a good result follows. For once, I would like to make a real active effort and have the good result blossom from that effort. You understand?"
Hammerhead said:
He does, however, reply to Malikar, "Well, decision making has never been my strong suit. Reasoning...deductive thinking...yes. It seems that things always just work out for me. Events happen and a good result follows. For once, I would like to make a real active effort and have the good result blossom from that effort. You understand?"
GruTheWanderer
First Post
The halfling passes from Midtown into Oldtown and finally makes his way to the Noble's Quarter. He enters the grounds of an estate there (Number 10 on the map of Ptolus). Asking around discretely, Krug and Verakka learn that the estate belongs to House Vladaam, one of the ten noble families with a hereditary seat on the city's ruling council.
Some other places you've been recently: St. Gustov's (2), The Griffon (3), and The Grand Cathedral (5). I've added a key to the map.
Some other places you've been recently: St. Gustov's (2), The Griffon (3), and The Grand Cathedral (5). I've added a key to the map.
