Ties that Bind - Citadel Adbar - Chapter 1 "The best defense is a good offense..."

[GSFRumble]

"Centaurs? Ach! 'Tis a stranger'n stranger world by day and by day..." Bruggin nodded, waving idly. "The blessin' o' Clangeddin by upon ye, me fellow Dwarves. May yer beards grow ever longer." With that traditional compliment/parting, Bruggin's heavy boots ground off, his muscles flexing as he walked. "I need some'at t'do... an' these forges ain't me place..."

Turning over his half dream, half plan ideas for refounding Clan Torunn, Bruggin Darkforge stamped off to see if any soldiers were willing to spar... there was usually some upstart Dwarf willing to try and knock an elder onto his rear.

 

[Someone]

Having emptied her mug of beer she looks questioningly at Jares: Want anything? Unless you have an idea how to pass the time till tomorrow? I'm bored to death!

"I can´t think on anything to do that I´ve not done already. I´ll check out how´s Mouser doing and then retire to my room."

 

[Kyoni]

Mouser? Who or what is a Mouser? Yorlii asks Jares.
Oh well if you go to your room I'll go have a walk through the citadel, sitting around all day is killing me. Damn, I really need some action. at this Yorlii starts to rise slowly to leave, waiting long enough to allow Jares to say something more.

 

[Someone]

Mouser? Who or what is a Mouser? Yorlii asks Jares.
Oh well if you go to your room I'll go have a walk through the citadel, sitting around all day is killing me. Damn, I really need some action. at this Yorlii starts to rise slowly to leave, waiting long enough to allow Jares to say something more.

"Mouser is a hawk." explains Jares. "And yes, I´m going to my room. I´ve already explored what they left me, and sadly they don´t know any new elf jokes. See you tomorrow, we may even have the opportunity to work together, if the job is interesting enough." Jares ducks past the inn´s door and a moment after a falcon lands on his arm.

Jares dissapears upstairs, while the hawk looks at Yorlii with an unnatural, inteligent look.

 

[gabrion]

Oh well if you go to your room I'll go have a walk through the citadel, sitting around all day is killing me. Damn, I really need some action. at this Yorlii starts to rise slowly to leave, waiting long enough to allow Jares to say something more.

As Yorlii wanders through the Citadel, most everything is the same as it has been throughout her stay here. The place is a veritable factory of war and the smell of forges and worked metal lingers in the air. A few dwarves nod to her, but most pay little mind as she passes buy. A young dwarf who looks rather poor and is limping as though he has injured his leg approaches Yorlii.

"Scuz me, you wouldn't happen to have an extra copper or two, would you?"

[sblock=OOC]Make a spot check if you would. [/sblock]

Looking for a good grappling match, you soon come across the same guard who delivered your summons earlier that day, though he now appears to be off duty.

"Bruggin, what bidding of the king are ya doin at this time o' day? If yur not to wrapped up yur 'important tasks,'" he chuckles as though the normal jobs Bruggin gets couldn't be any more important than peeling potatotes, "whaddaya say we have a friendly grappling match?"

[sblock=OOC] This dwarf is clearly inferior to Bruggin in strength, so if you do take up his challenge, don't worry about rolling, just describe what you do to him. Also, such friendly matches are not unheard of in the community, so you won't be breaking any laws or anything like that (so long as it stays somewhat civil).[/sblock]

 

[GSFRumble]

Bruggin's left eyebrow twitched a little; this practically beardless whelp was *challenging* him? The cleric of Clangeddin had expected to have to issue a challenge amongst veterans training recruits, and thus have his brawl. Removing his maul and his waraxe from his belt, he held them both in one hand and reverently leaned them against a nearby wall.

"Ye're so sure? Alright then; time fer ol' Bruggin to show ye how 'tis done!" Clenching his fists, the warrior priest grinned, eyes alight with an inner flame hotter than the forges themselves. "Loser pays the tavern tab!"

Laughing aloud, the young Dwarf stepped forward, almost jauntily, and threw the first punch; Bruggin, being far older and more expirienced, was too prepared for such a blow, and as the fist thumped relatively solidly into Bruggin's stomach, the Thane of Clan Torunn flexed all his muscles at once, gritting his teeth as he began to channel the power of his patron. The younger Dwarf withdrew his hand sharply, shaking it in surprise as Bruggin stamped his left foot once and bellowed, "BY CLANGEDDIN'S BEEEAAARRRD!"

Heavy, short fingered hands reached eagerly for the younger Dwarf, wrapping brutally powerful arms about a young Dwarf with too much to learn. Whipping is head back, Bruggin's eyes went wide as he howled loudly, his deep basso rumbling for hundreds of yards... and then, there was a loud crack, as of two skulls meeting meatily and with much force. Gripping the upstart messenger whelp by both the belt and the shirt, Bruggin hefted him off the ground with ease, then whirled to fling the Dwarf in full body spread at the very wall he had laid his weapons against. There was a resounding thump, and then the Dwarf sank to the ground, nearly dead from the battle priest's pent up frustrations. Shaking his head, Bruggin uttered a flustered exclaimation, lips flapping noisily as his beard wagged to and fro. Dusting off his hands, Bruggin asked forgiveness for being so harsh on the young lad, and immediately channeled a powerful healing spell into his limp form*.

Helping the Dwarf into a sitting position, the older Dwarf sighed and thumped him on the chest with his knuckles, a sign that a lesson had been given just now. "I changed me mind; beer's on me."

* - Bruggin converts Holy Smite into Cure Critical Wounds:
"Bruggin rolls 4d8+11, getting [7,7,2,5,11] = (32)".

 

[Kyoni]

As Yorlii wanders through the Citadel, most everything is the same as it has been throughout her stay here. The place is a veritable factory of war and the smell of forges and worked metal lingers in the air. A few dwarves nod to her, but most pay little mind as she passes buy. A young dwarf who looks rather poor and is limping as though he has injured his leg approaches Yorlii.

"Scuz me, you wouldn't happen to have an extra copper or two, would you?"

[sblock=OOC]Make a spot check if you would. [/sblock]

Yorlii's first thought that crosses her mind when she sees the poor dwarf is: "He's a thief or I'm a bearded gnome!"
[sblock=OOC]Yorlii rolls 1d20+12 , getting [12,12] = (24)
Spot Check
If he tries to steal form her, she will try to grab him and push him to a shady corner, to not draw any attention. She will threaten him with her Kukri if she must, to take him there.[/sblock]

 

[Kyoni]

Yorlii's second thought is: Unless he's the distraction and his friend are to steal from me...
She looks around carefully, looking for any dwarf that seems unsuspicious, which in her way of thinking is suspicious. She pays attention to any weight change on her belt of hidden pouches that could indicate a pick-pocket at work.

 

[gabrion]

Yorlii's first thought that crosses her mind when she sees the poor dwarf is: "He's a thief or I'm a bearded gnome!"

Sure enough, the little rascle tries to reach for Yorlii's purse. Having been around such things quite a bit in her time, the attempt is easily spotted and quite feeble to say the least. Yorlii is easly able to pull the young dwarf around the corner of a building, where he begins to plead...

"Please don' urt me. I haven't eaten for a day and I just needed some money for a meal. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

Given the communitarian attitude of most the dwarves she has met in the Citadel, it's unlikely the boy is without a food source. Further more, his limp seem to have disappeared when Yorlii pulled him aside.

 

[Kyoni]

"Please don' urt me. I haven't eaten for a day and I just needed some money for a meal. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

Given the communitarian attitude of most the dwarves she has met in the Citadel, it's unlikely the boy is without a food source. Further more, his limp seem to have disappeared when Yorlii pulled him aside.

Yorlii whispers sarcastically:"Riiiiiiiiigth, you don't really think I'll believe this, do you?"
Releasing her grip a bit she turns him around and only holds him by his arm to make sure he doesn't run off.
Then she says, more friendly:"Look, I've been in this trade since before you were born and if I'm not delivering you to the guard, it's only because I was once in the same spot. I guess you never went out of the citadel, right? Well, let me tell you this: many Halflings are well-versed in the ways of thievery, it runs in their blood. So, unless you really know what you are doing, you should better leave them alone."
She pauses to see the reaction of the dwarf, but is still alert to her surroundings.