The Retrievers - Chapter 2

[Harvey]

Durnn, Earth Genasi Fighter 1

Durnn laughs uproariously as he dismounts from his steed. Then, a realization creeps into his eyes. "Hey, wait a minute! No fair! We all know there's no way that Pemberton's going to pay... he doesn't even drink! This race was fixed!"

"*Sigh* Looks like once again the responsibilities of our party fall to me. First round's on me! Come everyone, let us seek out the local tavern... we should be able to find whatever we seek there, whether it be information..." he says, looking at Mindal "or a good pint of ale" he says with a smile, looking at Gripir.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Gripir, dismounting from his pony, smiles back at Durnn. "Apiented beneyes. Goodtimes."

 

[Elocin]

(ooc: there are guards at the gate and they do not immediately let you into the city. If I had my books I could continue here but I need to check a few things first before actually letting you into the city. This particular city has some outside issues that are casuing them some problems and I am not sure just how much of that will boil back down to you guys.)

 

[Lobo Lurker]

After Brenden's wild ride and subsequent arrival at the city gates he slides off of his horse, rubbing his aching backside and legs. Hateful beasts! he thinks as he frowns in displeasure.

"Pembertun... Durnn... makes no difference to me. I'm laying off the ale for a while." He grins. "Though I hope the serving girls are pretty." He smiles at imagined pleasures and then suddenly remembers himself. "Uhh... yeah. Right. Hurry Up Pemburton!"

He glances at the guards. "Well what are you waiting for? Spring thawing? Open the gates. I don't intend to freeze off my backside while you and your buddy here pretend to be statues."

 

[Scotley]

Mindal Human Scout

Mindal rubs his hands against the cold smiling at his sucess. When Pemberton arrives he answers softly, "you didn't think I was going to tell them the truth did you?" He keeps the horses between himself and any guards hopeful that the winded beasts will make enough noise to cover their talk. With a grin he adds, "Perhaps you are an artist commisioned to paint ruined temples by our eccentric master? We are along to keep you out of trouble and assume heroic poses in the paintings to bring life to the work?" He shrugs, "if that doesn't appeal lets ponder it over an ale or six and I'm sure we'll come up with something more creative." He checks over the unfamiliar mount to be sure the sudden climate change and impromtu race haven't done any harm.

 

[Wilphe]

Pemberton Dram - Artist 2

Pemberton replies to Mindal, "It's not your discretion I'm worried about,"

Well what are you waiting for? Spring thawing? Open the gates. I don't intend to freeze off my backside while you and your buddy here pretend to be statues

He sighs, "It was more that sort of thing I was trying to avoid. You can't tell he's not an enchanter can you? I like that cover story though."

Pemberton hangs at the back of the group, discussing matters with Mindal and keeping an eye on the guards - are they alert and wary, well armed, pointing cross bows at us or just generally not in the mood for strangers right now?

OOC: Spot and Sense Motive

 

[Scotley]

Mindal Human Scout

As Mindal talks he is also looking over the guards and the walls. Having finished checking his horse he nods to Pemberton. "We'll talk more before we let anything slip to the locals, until then Gripir is our spokesman." He steps up to the gates, wondering what the delay in getting in is.

OOC: Mindal evaluates the potintial difficulties in getting over the walls, in or out, without alerting the guards.

 

[Elocin]

Chapter 1 - Entering Quaervarr

Approaching the gate you notice this seems to be a small backwater town. What people you do see through the gate seem to be of the variety of hunters, travelers and traders. The town is fairly unimpressive filled with wood-frame buildings sheltered behind a high wooden palisade. What looks like the only gate is constructed from huge oak beams reinforced with iron bands.

The guards are defiantly more animate now as you see one of them motion to another one inside the gates and 5 more guards come out and lock your entrance into the town. One of the guards is definitely more equipped than the others and approaches the group.

"My name is Unddreth and I am sergeant of the Watch; before you are allowed to enter we have to know who you are, where you are from and why you want to enter our town?" At which point Unddreth reaches down to his belt and pulls out a finely crafted dagger, "and I need to draw some blood from each and every one of you, including the horses. and any other companions you might have with you. If you refuse this request then you might as well just turn back now and go back from where you came." He does not look like one who jokes very much. "So who wants go first?"

Pemberton: [SBLOCK]Spot=18 and Sense Motive=14 You notice more guards looking down on you from the walls with crossbows leveled at all of you and the guards in front of you have hands on their weapons and seem to be a little tense. The guard in front of you is as tight a bow string and is likely to break at the slightest in fraction. You also notice that all the weapons the guards are carrying seemed to be silver tipped and the finely crafted dagger is made entirely out of silver. All the guards are worried about something but you get the sense that none of them want trouble and they are just doing thier jobs and protecting the town.[/SBLOCK]

Pemberton: [SBLOCK]Spot=5Something about Unddreth is familiar to you but you just can not put your finger on it.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Huh?!? "What on Faerune do you need our blood for?" Brenden stands up on tip-toe and peers through that gate and at the nearest buildings with interest. After looking pointedly, and drawing confused stares from the guards, he sniffs the air experementally and narrows his eyes in suspision at the speaker. "...You're not the servant of a vampire are you? Don't lie to us, Gripnir will know."

He frees his hands from his cloak and tunic theatrically (or rather, what he imagines is theatric) and waggles them experementally.

 

[Erekose13]

Sten listens passively from the back of the group, he is a little shocked to hear that they want his blood knowing. His blood is an offering to Grumbar and every time it is spilt for any other reason he gets very ancious. He waits however, to hear what the guard has to say to Brenden's question.