Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

Interesting. I've stumbled across a band of do gooder vigilantes. My luck just gets better and better. Look, I hope I'm not in for a lot of sermons and talk of the "greater good". I'm just here for a bit of training. I've got the cash to pay, but my life and soul are my own. They may be ugly, but they're mine.

The man frowns at Skargash's response... aparently not taking too kindly to the halfork's presumptions. "Here now... that's pretty loud talk from a guy wearing a do-gooder town guard's tunic. You here for training, or you want some black paint to color that kettle of yours?" Len moves over to a stack of papers and begins rifling through them.

"No one asked you here, buddy. You don't like what we do... the door's right there. The Guardians are not vigilantes, nor do we "sermonize". We're men and women bound by a common cause and a common methodology, that's all. Not everyone out there can afford to hire Blademarks or get the Sentinel Marshals to help them out... and we do what we can to pick up the slack."

He finally finds the roll of parchment he was looking for and he tosses it to Skarghash. "Lorren's out of town at the moment... further up north in the wilds. Them's the directions of where his encampment is. He's got several apprentices out there right now, and I'm sure he'd welcome another trainee... provided he didn't piss him off by getting all holier-than-thou that is."

Len stands back up and looks at the halfork. "You paying for training... Lorren'll set the price when you arrive. It'll take you a day and a half to get up to the camp. And despite whatever you might have heard about us... one thing is certain. The Valenar knows his stuff. You want to learn what it's like to live and work out in the wilderness, he'll drill it into you. That's for damn sure. Now you have any more questions, or do you want to just insult me again?"

 

[stonegod]

Ari wants some comfort and to relax. While showing off was fun, he wanted to enjoy some creature comforts while still in town. He would have enough fighting in a few days.

With that, he retires to one of the halfling run joints.

 

[Velmont]

"Wood... I hope father have thought of a better way to prevent people to come in... or things to come out." tells Jango to himself. He stares a moment at the wooden plank and then decide to concentrate. Gathering the energy that flow in his vein, he try to form it has the most destructive way he can. To his suprise, not only did the fire get out of his palm, but instead of being the small burning light, it was a very hot ray that has flash in the darkness of teh night. As his eyes start to see again in the shadows of the night, he look how hard he has started to pass through the planks.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Scorching Ray on the planks.[/SBLOCK]

 

[drothgery]

Khalia stands before the group, is noticed by a couple of the knights, but neither of them address her as they are still at attention to this other cleric who is speaking.

Khalia waits until the cleric is finished before calling attention to herself.

 

[Brogarn]

"Now you have any more questions, or do you want to just insult me again?"

Skarg patiently waits through the man's rant being more than used to folks overreacting to what he considers damn funny jokes.

No... no I'm good. I was going to comment on your unfortunate taste in shoes, but I figure that would be overdoing it. Anyways, thank your for the information and I'll be on my way.

Skarg gives a slight bow then makes for the door.

OOC: Assuming there's nothing more said here, Skarg will look into making his way towards the encampment.

Also, I'm trying to balance sarcastic remarks and his 6 charisma so that what he says will be funny to him, but possibly come off as snide to others. Not sure how I'm doing, but that's been what I've been attempting.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Count? How many do we have? I need at least a dozen for the sailing craft and fifty to join me on the road. What of Deneith? Did they find us anybody? Looking through our ranks we are short of quality swords."

The two templars come over with the parchments of information. One of them takes have the sheets and says to the cleric "We have ten on the scout patrol, and we're at forty-two on the main force. We're still waiting for another fourteen to check in." The other templar looks at the sheets he has. "Deneith has supplied us with five. Four for the main force and one that Cerril has assigned to the scouting party. I actually don't think he's been counted, so that would make eleven for the scouting party." The first templar replies "Once the last fourteen check in, we should get at least one or two more for the scouts, the rest will go with you."

The older cleric nods at the information, signals for the paperwork (which gets handed to him) and begins looking through things. The clangs of the swords elsewhere in the yard makes his head fly up and he immediately points to one of the men. "Tell whoever is making that ruckus to knock it off. Now!" He then goes back to looking at the papers. As one templar rushes off to the fighting elsewhere in the yard, the other five stand there silently again. They occasionally look at Khalia, but do not address her. She thinks they have taken notice of her Silver Flame and Archivists jewelry and know that she's one of them... but it hasn't inspired them to speak to her as of yet. The cleric continues reading.

 

[DEFCON 1]

As Jango concentrates, the wooden planks begin to smoke... then suddenly they burst into flame! All five of them roar, and the heat they give off is immense. Griot flaps off of Jango's shoulder to avoid the blast of heat, and the elf takes a few steps back. The light from the flame dances in Jango's eyes as he stares at it, and in the back of his mind he hears...

"Goooooooood. Yessssssss."

After about five or ten minutes the fire burns down as all the wood has turned to ash and fallen within the crevasse. When the area is finally cool to the touch, Jango moves to the hole and looks down into it. Two things are abundantly clear... one, it is VERY dark down there now (what with no torches lining the tunnel anymore)... and two, the ladder that had been screwed to the shaft wall is now gone. There is no easy way down there anymore, and to jump would involve a drop of about thirty or forty feet. He has his work cut out for him.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Skarghash takes his leave of the Daggerspell headquarters and returns to the main street. As he reads the directions, he sees that when Len said it was a day and a half outside of town... he must have meant by horse or by boat. Because if the scale of the map is correct, there's no way in hell he'd make it there on foot in a day and a half.

That means he needs to find, buy, or rent for himself a steed or passage on a boat. He also has quite a bit of gold in his pocket, and perhaps restocking or acquiring some new equipment might be in order before he leaves as well.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Ari arrives at the Seven Sabres Inn... a large, whitewashed stone building on the west side of the city. The House Ghallandra sigil hangs prominently from above it's door, and as the monster hunter approaches, he sees quite a few people sitting on a patio one floor up outside a door leading into the second floor of the inn. This seems to be a rather affluent neighborhood, and this assumption is borne out as he notices no beggary or wayward children crowding the streets.

He enters the building and speaks to a elvish woman behind the counter. He rents a fine room and when he goes up there, he unpacks, undresses, and cleans and washes himself up. His night is his own... and he needs to decide what (if anything) he wants to do with it.

 

[Velmont]

"Jango, you've been so concentrated to go to speak to that voice that you forgot to think on how you will reach that room..." Jango starts to look around for a rope. Ther had so many rope, but the watchmen have done a good job and have mostly clean the place. Also, Jango have never been the best climber.

"Take a moment to rest and think." As Jango scan the surrounding for anything to help his climbing, But quickly, his mind is elsewhere. He remembers what the voice told him when he first heard it, when he was in the temple, how interesting, how it was speaking of his direst desire. But then, it speak more and more, and each advice was to push him away from his family, friends, companions, form the people who help him. But why does he fears so much his mark, why do he want ot understand it? To make people understand that the mark is not a dangerous, to make them understand he is not dangerous, to keep his friends... his fear have been so driving in the last days that he didn't saw he was doing the opposite.

But that voice have threaten him... but what could that voice do? Speak to him, give him nightmare. What else? It was trapped into his temple, at te bottom of that pit, far into teh cave, wareded by two glyphs that only four persons know the key.What could it do that could kill his family if it cannot even help a follower to reach him. The pirates needed Luttin helps to open the door.

"You can speak to me even when I am in the village, so we can speak here." Jango tells aloud, in direction of the hole. "Tell me, why should I come up to your temple. You can explain me who you are, why you want to help me, why you want to isolate me, why I must come to the temple, how you can hurt the people around me when you can't even get out of your temple. Be an ally and act like it, or be my enemy and show me your worse, but one thing is sure, I won't be your own."