Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
"Erythig tesame innasno. Sbeenwile sensai bennere." Gripir shrugs and gestures around.
The Retrievers - Chapter 2
- Thread starter Elocin
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Erekose13
Explorer
Sten Temperlan, human cleric of Grumbar 2; hp 18/18; AC 17 (ff15); Spot/Listen +2.
Sten watches the gate form with awe, knowing only that he stands witness to a great display of power. Even when Brenden mentions that the spell cast was Gate, Sten has no idea what the implications are.
He thanks Pemberton for the wand, "I'll put it to good use no doubt, 'specially if that dragon really is 'round 'ere." As they stand momentarily in the biting cold Sten merely shrugs, knowing he will never remember the exact spot and hopes one of the others will. The cold doesn't seem to affect him, or atleast he doesn't show it.
"Wont be me." he says following Mindal towards the village.
Sten watches the gate form with awe, knowing only that he stands witness to a great display of power. Even when Brenden mentions that the spell cast was Gate, Sten has no idea what the implications are.
He thanks Pemberton for the wand, "I'll put it to good use no doubt, 'specially if that dragon really is 'round 'ere." As they stand momentarily in the biting cold Sten merely shrugs, knowing he will never remember the exact spot and hopes one of the others will. The cold doesn't seem to affect him, or atleast he doesn't show it.
"Wont be me." he says following Mindal towards the village.
Wilphe
Adventurer
"If there really is a dragon around here we'd all rather it was a wand of Expeditious Retreat, still I don't need to outrun the dragon - I just need to out run you lot and your four legged snacklings. That shouldn't be difficult."
"It's just after noon and you all want to head to a tavern already?" Pemberton will urge his mount foward, not because he cars if he comes last - because he sure isn't paying in any event - but because he wants to get to the gate before anyone says anything stupid to the guards*, unless it's Gripir because then it will make no difference what he says.
OOC:
* Trusting isn't he?
"It's just after noon and you all want to head to a tavern already?" Pemberton will urge his mount foward, not because he cars if he comes last - because he sure isn't paying in any event - but because he wants to get to the gate before anyone says anything stupid to the guards*, unless it's Gripir because then it will make no difference what he says.
OOC:
* Trusting isn't he?
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Last one to the gate buys the first round, eh? We'll see. With a whoop, Gripir spurs his pony onward, Sigulf running alongside.
OOC: Okay, Wilphe, that last post made me laugh out loud.
OOC: Okay, Wilphe, that last post made me laugh out loud.
Scotley
Hero
Mindal Human Scout
Mindal shouts back at Pemberton, "Can you think of a better place to talk to the locals about an abandoned temple? Besides, I'll need a good bit of liquid courage before I go tugging some dragon's tail to see if he's sitting on our gem." He laughs with the enjoyment of speed as he urges his mount to a gallop. I hope I didn't pick the slowest nag of the lot.
Mindal shouts back at Pemberton, "Can you think of a better place to talk to the locals about an abandoned temple? Besides, I'll need a good bit of liquid courage before I go tugging some dragon's tail to see if he's sitting on our gem." He laughs with the enjoyment of speed as he urges his mount to a gallop. I hope I didn't pick the slowest nag of the lot.
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Gripir urges his pony to gallop (trot?) faster. "Moobi Tyalug! Firkinun groanbees!"
Wilphe
Adventurer
Pemberton brings himself up along Mindal and lowers his voice "Well that entirely depends how we go about it doesn't it?
"Not:
"HI, our MYSTERIOUS MASTER teleported us here to look for this REALLY HUGE GEM at an ABANDONED MONASTARY. We hear it's guarded by a HUGE DRAGON, but don't worry, if we do disturb it we'll be gone long before it takes out its ANGER on your TOWN"
"Not:
"HI, our MYSTERIOUS MASTER teleported us here to look for this REALLY HUGE GEM at an ABANDONED MONASTARY. We hear it's guarded by a HUGE DRAGON, but don't worry, if we do disturb it we'll be gone long before it takes out its ANGER on your TOWN"
Elocin
Lurker (sort of)
Chapter 1 - Race Results
All of you are thoroughly enjoying the race to the gates of the town in front of you. The cold air blowing against your face causing some of your teeth to chatter, all of you laughing and urging your mounts ever faster. All of you notice Talon and Pemberton lead the group and make things seem really easy as they seem the most natural on a mount. Talon seems to be in his element as you can see he is actually trying not to race ahead of Pemberton but then Pemberton's horse stumbles just a little bit and allows the rest of you to go shooting past. Talon make sit a point to examine the horse with his eyes to make sure the beat is alright and then looks to Pemberton to see if he is fine as well and all he notices is the glowing redness in Pemberton's face so he knows he is fine as well.
Talon then shocks you all by urging his mount ever faster and it is almost as if he is flying across the ground and easily overtakes you all and is actually dismounted brushing down the horse neck when the rest of you finally arrive at the gate. Pemberton is definitely glowing a bright red and for some reason does not seem to notice the cold on his face anymore as the lot of you are attempting to hold in your laughter but failing miserably.
Durnn - Ride (1d20=19+1=20) (forgot the +1)
Gripir - Ride (1d20+4=16)
Mindal - Ride (1d20+3=19)
Sten - Ride (1d20+2=12)
Pemberton - Ride (1d20+7=10) (now this is pretty freakin hilarious)
Brenden - Ride (1d20+1=18)
Talon - Ride (1d20+6=23)
All of you are thoroughly enjoying the race to the gates of the town in front of you. The cold air blowing against your face causing some of your teeth to chatter, all of you laughing and urging your mounts ever faster. All of you notice Talon and Pemberton lead the group and make things seem really easy as they seem the most natural on a mount. Talon seems to be in his element as you can see he is actually trying not to race ahead of Pemberton but then Pemberton's horse stumbles just a little bit and allows the rest of you to go shooting past. Talon make sit a point to examine the horse with his eyes to make sure the beat is alright and then looks to Pemberton to see if he is fine as well and all he notices is the glowing redness in Pemberton's face so he knows he is fine as well.
Talon then shocks you all by urging his mount ever faster and it is almost as if he is flying across the ground and easily overtakes you all and is actually dismounted brushing down the horse neck when the rest of you finally arrive at the gate. Pemberton is definitely glowing a bright red and for some reason does not seem to notice the cold on his face anymore as the lot of you are attempting to hold in your laughter but failing miserably.
Durnn - Ride (1d20=19+1=20) (forgot the +1)
Gripir - Ride (1d20+4=16)
Mindal - Ride (1d20+3=19)
Sten - Ride (1d20+2=12)
Pemberton - Ride (1d20+7=10) (now this is pretty freakin hilarious)
Brenden - Ride (1d20+1=18)
Talon - Ride (1d20+6=23)
