Ranger Rick
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"Latalya, do not forget that space as well." George points with his thumb at the empty space in the courtyard.
The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)
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Branding Opportunity
Explorer
Latalya moves closer to the temple of Pelor to cast the spell. Quietly speaking a few short words in elven and completing two simple gestures she begins studying the building. While she is doing this her eyes seem to glow violet in the quickly darkening day.
Latalya:[sblock]OOC: After three rounds of concentration you come to the following conclusion: the temple is under the effect of a Hallow spell. This is not unusual for a temple of its size and importance.[/sblock]
Satisfied with the temple, she moves closer to the center of Qualtaine Square and continues concentration on the spell.
Latalya:[sblock]No magical aura.[/sblock]
Latalya:[sblock]OOC: After three rounds of concentration you come to the following conclusion: the temple is under the effect of a Hallow spell. This is not unusual for a temple of its size and importance.[/sblock]
Satisfied with the temple, she moves closer to the center of Qualtaine Square and continues concentration on the spell.
Latalya:[sblock]No magical aura.[/sblock]
Branding Opportunity
Explorer
The rain begins to pick up now and everywhere around the square you can see merchants putting tarps over there wares, or carrying their goods to small tents which they have set up. Shoppers and other pedestrians run for cover under the wide eaves of the various merchant houses, residences and temples which line Qualtaine Square. All look up to the sky, wondering if the storm is only passing through or here to stay. As your group stands around the rain seems to begin in earnest, beating down on your heads, and giving your mounts a distinctly soggy look.
...
Near the gate to Krelont Keep things aren't much better. A loud muttering can be heard from the crowd in line as people pull out anything to wear which they can hide under. Up here on the bluff overlooking the city and hard against the curtain walls of the keep, there is nowhere to seek shelter. Just as the rain really begins to pick up, a door big enough to fit one person opens up in the main gate, and a somewhat bored-looking castle guard sticks his head out. "Sorry, my Lords, the Lady is not seeing a soul today, I'm afraid. Better luck tomorrow!" He shrugs, and as quickly as he appears, he disappears back behind the door which closes with a wet thump behind him.
"Better luck tomorrow, indeed" one of the dwarfs exclaims in a loud voice for all to hear. "Three weeks I've been arriving here at sunrise and what have I got to show for it? Not an iron farthing!" Cursing loudly in dwarven, an expression which sounds like two large boulders being slammed together, he gestures for his guard to follow him down the Keep road.
As he passes Mavic and the Reddogs, the dwarven lord trips, falling headlong into a somewhat foppishly dressed local lord, who in this weather looks a bit like a multicolored, bedraggled cat. In a flash the dwarf is on his feet and pushes himself into the soaked human nobleman's face, railing at him in Common "You tripped me, you stupid git! Can't you get your ogre-sized feet out of the way? You think you can treat me this way because I am lower than you?" The dwarf inhales and spits in the man's face.
The human's bewildered look instantly turns into harsh anger, "My feet? Why not look at your own? Your mother must have been a formorian by the size of them, you disgusting piece of orc-dung!"
OOC: Initiative! These two have their hands on their weapons and will use them if nothing happens.
n.b. Mavic and his cohort have seen plenty of combat and know that tempers can fly when people are under great stress. The ferocity of this anger surprises even them.
Mavic: 21
Dwarven Lord: 11
Reddogs: 5
Human Lord: 4
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Near the gate to Krelont Keep things aren't much better. A loud muttering can be heard from the crowd in line as people pull out anything to wear which they can hide under. Up here on the bluff overlooking the city and hard against the curtain walls of the keep, there is nowhere to seek shelter. Just as the rain really begins to pick up, a door big enough to fit one person opens up in the main gate, and a somewhat bored-looking castle guard sticks his head out. "Sorry, my Lords, the Lady is not seeing a soul today, I'm afraid. Better luck tomorrow!" He shrugs, and as quickly as he appears, he disappears back behind the door which closes with a wet thump behind him.
"Better luck tomorrow, indeed" one of the dwarfs exclaims in a loud voice for all to hear. "Three weeks I've been arriving here at sunrise and what have I got to show for it? Not an iron farthing!" Cursing loudly in dwarven, an expression which sounds like two large boulders being slammed together, he gestures for his guard to follow him down the Keep road.
As he passes Mavic and the Reddogs, the dwarven lord trips, falling headlong into a somewhat foppishly dressed local lord, who in this weather looks a bit like a multicolored, bedraggled cat. In a flash the dwarf is on his feet and pushes himself into the soaked human nobleman's face, railing at him in Common "You tripped me, you stupid git! Can't you get your ogre-sized feet out of the way? You think you can treat me this way because I am lower than you?" The dwarf inhales and spits in the man's face.
The human's bewildered look instantly turns into harsh anger, "My feet? Why not look at your own? Your mother must have been a formorian by the size of them, you disgusting piece of orc-dung!"
OOC: Initiative! These two have their hands on their weapons and will use them if nothing happens.
n.b. Mavic and his cohort have seen plenty of combat and know that tempers can fly when people are under great stress. The ferocity of this anger surprises even them.
Mavic: 21
Dwarven Lord: 11
Reddogs: 5
Human Lord: 4
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Hypersmurf
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Thanee said:
"... could you perhaps elaborate on that?" Reivik asks, after a long pause.
Scotley
Hero
Morley Human Ranger
Morley, while accustomed to life in the wilderness and weather, prefers a warm dry breakfast. "Well my friends, Beau here takes on a decidedly unpleasant odor when out in the rain. I say we find a dry place for breakfast...or is it lunch now." With that he starts for cover and any likely eating establishment, the big dog close on his heels.
Morley, while accustomed to life in the wilderness and weather, prefers a warm dry breakfast. "Well my friends, Beau here takes on a decidedly unpleasant odor when out in the rain. I say we find a dry place for breakfast...or is it lunch now." With that he starts for cover and any likely eating establishment, the big dog close on his heels.
Ranger Rick
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George, ever pratical, follows Morley.
James Heard
Explorer
Startled out of his own aggravated consideration of their treatment, Mavic watched the dwur nobleman and his human counterpart spit out their words with some amusement until their hands fell to the weapons at their sides.
Thinking quickly, he touched the red lion pin at his throat and stepped between the two angry men. "Gentlemen, men still die at the hands of giants on the frontiers - let us not spill each other's blood while giants still walk to the ground to bleed for us!"
"Come, the rain sours each of our moods - let us all find warm taverns to toss back ale in instead of spilling the blood of heroes this day, aye?"
OOC: Swift action activating his Medal of Gallantry's Sanctuary effect and move between the two. Then I guess I'm attempting a Diplomacy check? Diplomacy +8.
Thinking quickly, he touched the red lion pin at his throat and stepped between the two angry men. "Gentlemen, men still die at the hands of giants on the frontiers - let us not spill each other's blood while giants still walk to the ground to bleed for us!"
"Come, the rain sours each of our moods - let us all find warm taverns to toss back ale in instead of spilling the blood of heroes this day, aye?"
OOC: Swift action activating his Medal of Gallantry's Sanctuary effect and move between the two. Then I guess I'm attempting a Diplomacy check? Diplomacy +8.
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