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jrl332005 wrote:I am now playing as Gregor. I just need some more info from CreepersWiener about my character's stats and abilities.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
jonesthecurl wrote:ME? I pay.
DM wrote:As Gorlan the Bard puffs a little too loudly under his breath, the sergeant of the guard pulls his horse close to Gorlan's side of the wagon. He looks Gorlan squarely in the eye with a visage of determination and with a downward, stern-looking, furled brow proceeds to speak in a calm tone.
"Yes, pay. You may do so and enter the Bay or you may turn around and head back the way you have come. Is there a problem with that?"
It is now that Gorlan flashes a friendly smile and begins to spin a tale of his exploits and how it is his friends came to be here at the gates of Baskin's Bay. The bard's tongue is quick and the entire guard listens with complete intrigue, Gorlan even throws in a few compliments to the guards for doing their duty and brags about his noble lineage, of which a few of the guards now begin to recognize him from the tall tales that have been spun through out the kingdom of Fyrsdane. Gorlan's tongue is long as well as quick and the captain notices the noble sword at the bard's side.
DM wrote:"Yes, I did not know it was the company of Gorlan the Dragon Smiter. I have heard of you for a few years now, it has been said you have killed a red dragon in the hills of Norule and kept its pestilence from the northern borders of Fyrsdane. I recognize you from your sword, that is the sword of a noble and you need no more harassment from the Fyrsdane guard. Welcome to Baskin's Bay, Gorlan. And may I recommend that you go straight away to the Inn of the Host. Give them this token and all will be paid tonight for your evenings rest."
The Sergeant gives Gorlan a square wooden token with a carved figure of a dragon on it.
"Also, your friends may proceed with you, each may keep their weapons; but their actions in the Bay will be your responsibility, and the King's Guard will deal harshly for any insolence."
DM wrote:As you all enter the city, you are stunned by the vastness of its sprawl. The Bay accentuates the horizon line as every flock of every vessel in the world sits at port as merchants, sailors, and pirates mingle and restock their wares for their journeys to unknown lands. Their are small children running around and are begging for a little money. The sight of the little ones brings back orphaned memories to Firnam, as he recollects his times growing up in the streets of Winterhaven with no roof over his head and scrounging for small morsels of food from the gutters. He was helped out by a Half-Elven friend who showed him not only the art of stealing, but the art of being unseen in the shadows. Unfortunately, his friend was killed by a merchant in the food courts of Winterhaven, all for stealing a loaf of bread. Firnam still is angered over that incident, and wishes he could find that merchant and exact a little revenge.
"Well, I wonder if we should start asking anyone if they have seen my father or that Wytch Runner that has stolen my father's book?" Sheyla asks the company.
At that moment, Firnam feels a small hand reaching into the wagon. It seems one of the children of the street is trying to steal his purse...
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
DM wrote:As Mr.Urlag's wagon makes its way through the city streets, a man dressed in the clothes of nobility trots by through the crowds. He is wearing red and yellow clothing and sports a well groomed brownish beard. He sports a longsword on his side and is wearing a number of rings with gemstones of every color. He also has a satchel on the side of his horse, what it has in it is left to a thief's imagination. Of course, Cackle can imagine quite a lot and gives in to the temptation.
As the Noble Gentleman passes close by to the wagon, Cackle quickly uses his short sword to open the man's satchel and try to pick out whatever is inside without being noticed. The man seems oblivious to his surroundings and nobody (including the members of his party) is paying any attention to his actions.
With ease Cackle unstraps the satchel bag and quickly dips his sword in. He feels something hard and metallic and gets the flat of his blade under it and begins to whisk the object out of the bag...
DM wrote:As Cackle begins to fish out a beautiful gold and ruby necklace, Mr.Urlag's wagon hits a bump in the road and the necklace falls to the street. Immediately a little street kid scoops it up and runs away through the crowd.
"Well, I see that a tiger is true to his stripes."Sheyla says as she just happened to catch a glimpse of Cackle's actions. "You are lucky that man didn't notice what you were doing, or you could have landed us all into a jail cell instead of enjoying the comforts of an inn this evening."
Cackle smiles incredulously and wiggles his head side to side in taunting disapproval towards Sheyla's comment.
Meanwhile, Firnam has grasped the little hand that has just about stolen his life savings.
The child is wearing peasant clothes and a peasant style hat. His face and hands are dirty from living in the streets and he smells like he hasn't bathed...ever.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
jonesthecurl wrote:I ask the child's name, in a reassuring manner.
I state mine.
I add: Yes, that Gorlan.
I tell the child (while looking hard at Cackle) a tale about the dreadful consequences of thievery, not only if you get caught. But how it scars your very soul.And how it can really get your best friends into trouble, so much trouble that sometimes they might even have to tell on you rather than cover for your crimes. Just not this time.
DM wrote:The child looks up at Gorlan as Firnam pulls him into the cart.
"My name is Jet, I'm just looking for some food. Please don't turn me into the guard..." he begs Gorlan.
"Well, Jet," Sheyla speaks softly,"perhaps you can help us?"
"Help you? How can I help you?"
Sheyla pulls out a silver piece and holds it up with two fingers and twirls it back and forth making it gleam in the sunlight. The boys brown eyes become as large as saucers as his jaw begins to drop.
"How many friends you got?" Sheyla asks Jet.
Jet puts his thumb and forefinger in his mouth and let's out a whistle. From every alleyway and from behind every barrel, street children gather around Mr.Urlag's cart. Gorlan counts and there are eleven orphans that have approached. Mostly are boys, but there are a few little girls...one is even holding a dirty beat up doll.
"Are these enough for ya, lady?"Jet asks Sheyla.
"Why, yes...I think that will do,"Sheyla begins to ask all the children if they have seen her father or the Wytch Runner. The children all huddle together and whisper, there is a long pause.
Then Jet comes out of the huddle of street kids and says to Sheyla,"We think we've seen your Pops. They came into the Bay yesterday and made straight away for a ship. The ship has already left port, but that is all we know for sure. As for the Dark Dragon man...none of us have seen him. We would know if we did. Sorry 'bout your Pops, lady...can we have our money now?"
Sheyla hands each child a silver piece and each child disappears back into the crowds of the street, but as Jet turns to leave with his silver piece, Sheyla grabs him by the shoulder and says,"And this is for you, Jet...thank you very much." Sheyla gives Jet a gold piece and then kisses him on the cheek. "Now, go find something to eat with your friends, and for the sake of the Stars, get yourself a hot bath!" Sheyla pats Jet on the behind as he leaves Mr.Urlag's wagon.
Mr.Urlag speaks up,"Well, if the bounty hunters have a full days start at sea, we will have a tough time catching up. It all depends on what type of ship he is on. If it is a Luskan Slaver Ship, they are not very fast, there is a good chance we may catch up with it; but first we would have to find ourselves a captain and a ship to undergo the task. Any thoughts?"
Sheyla says,"I know my father is important to me, but that book was so important to him. He always told me that if anything should happen to him to go after the artifact no matter what. The sake of the people of both Githar and Tabor depend on it. The people must be FREED!" Sheyla begins to tear up, but holds herself resolute with pride.
"Very well, Sheyla,"Mr.Urlag says. "The best thing for us to do is to split up the party. Tonight we will rest at the Inn Of The Host, and in the morning half of us will go to the Harbor and requisition a small ship. If we can find one with a good captain, we may still have a chance, even though we would be two days behind. Githar is about a weeks journey from Baskin's Bay."
Gorlan's eyes light up as he remembers an old Sea Dwarf named Rothryn Anvil Heart. In Gorlan's youth, he used to help out on the deck of the old dwarf's ship--SeaAxe. Rothryn only gave commands in his native Dwarven tongue, so Gorlan needed to pick up a bit of the language, as did the rest of the crew. Gorlan relates this information to the rest of the company and they decide to head to the Inn for the evening and decide on who is going where.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
pancakemix wrote:Quirk, you are a bastard. That is all.
Quirk wrote:Cheezus will join the search for the artifact.
He prays for a safe voyage for the others. Meloraās power is strong at sea.
DM wrote:As the party rests at the Inn, they are met at the bar by a familiar face.
"Welcome! Come and sit with me, heroes of Winterhaven!"
It is the sergeant of the guard of Fyrsdane, and he is having some ale.
"Please, give these folks whatever they want! They are my guests here in Baskin's Bay!" as the sergeant speaks waitresses appear immediately and begin to wait on the company of travelers.
"Well, it seems you have found your way here, let me ask you...what is really your business here?"the sergeant speaks quite pompously with an arrogant smirk, and it is quite clear that the man has been sitting at the inn drinking ale for quite some time before your arrival here.
"If you must pry...forgive me, sir, but what was your name by the way?"Sheyla asks.
"Kurt Vellhoff, Sergeant of the King's Guard of Fyrsdane!"he answers and slams his drink and waves for yet another tankard to be brought to him. "But, it seems your party has more interest here than normal."
"Yes, we have been following Githarian Bounty Hunters who have kidnapped my father to bring back to Githar for trial."
"I see, nothing that the king's guard can really do about that, as long as the Githarian's are not causing any trouble with the city. It seems your father is a wanted man in Githar, Fyrsdane does not want to risk war with Githar and therefore holds no interest in the whereabouts of your father."Kurt tells Sheyla and the rest of her party as he sips on his new tankard of ale.
"My father has been wrongly accused and was without hope of a fair trial in the empire of Githar. The Dreadlord Kannith will see to my father's disposal just to show his strength to the Githarian people. Surely, you do not hold any love for the Githarian Empire?"
"No...that I do not, my lady. But, when dealing with such matters, we must think of the best benefit to the kingdom of Fyrsdane. The best benefit to Fyrsdane that I can judge, is for the King not to become involved in such localized squabbles. I would reckon that Kannith would do the same for my lord if their were a wanted fugitive wandering the lands of Githar, don't you?"
Sheyla falls silent for a moment and then speaks,"You call yourself a GUARD when you guard nothing? How dare you call yourself a protector of the people? The fate of my father may determine the fate of your very nation, for if Kannith wins now, what will stop him from seizing you? From seizing your children? Ours is a mission to FREE the people of Githar!"Sheyla holds up her shackles,"These Shackles can be removed only by the artifact found in Norule Keep! With that artifact, there is HOPE for all people!"
The sergeant's eyes seem intrigued at the mention of a magical artifact. He finishes his drink and says,"Hmm? What you have said is true. Githar would stop at nothing to make all the people of Nyƶrdand slaves. You are in luck, my lady. I will accompany you to Norule and help you find this artifact of power. You will all be deputized under the seal of Fyrsdane and we will head out at first light! In our company, you will not fear. See you in the morning then."
The sergeant leaves and the party seems dumbfounded at what just occurred.
"Do you suppose this means that that moron will be OUR leader now?"Sheyla asks the rest of her party.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
safariguy5 wrote:Point of Order, what happened to that big muscled thug that worked for Cackle? Will he be accompanying Cackle?
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
DM wrote:The party retired for the evening and are resting comfortably. It has been a while for the companions to enjoy a restful evening. The night is clear and quiet and the only sound is of an owl just outside the window.
Then, suddenly, the owl stops hooing, and there is a sharp rap on the window of the inn.
Then, another...is that a rock being thrown at the window?
safariguy5 wrote:Alastair rises, casts Light and moves to the window.
DM wrote:Alastair the Wizard awakens and immediately waves his hand and a magical bright light appears in the room. Alastair moves towards the window and peers outside to see who or what is throwing rocks at the window.
Outside, Alastair sees the young boy that was trying to steal Firnam's gold purse earlier during the day.
"Hmm, I wonder what this young lad wants?"Alastair asks himself.
Alastair opens the window and calls down to the boy,"Jett! Do you know what time it is?"
"It's most likely a few hours before sunrise, good Wizard."Jett replies quietly. "I have some news for Sheyla. Is she there?"
Alastair quickly awakens Sheyla and tells her of the boy at the window. Sheyla peers out the window at Jett and says,"What news do you have, Jett?"
"The Dark Dragon man you are looking for has been spotted going off into the forests of Fyrsdane. Rumor has it he is heading towards Norule Keep...but he is alone."
Sheyla quickly awakens the rest of the company,"Thank you, Jett! Here is a little something to help you for the day!" Sheyla flips him another gold piece.
"Thanks, Sheyla!"Jett replies,"I will make sure that I can help you in anyway that I can!"
And then Jett tries to disappear back into the shadows of the city only to be grasped by Kurt Velhoff the Fyrsdane Guard Sergeant. Kurt grabs the young boy harshly by the arm.
"Well, well, well...what do we have here? A little thief?"
"Let me go!" Jett screams at the Sergeant.
"Oh, I will, little one. You have given our adventuring party information enough i think." Kurt quickly motions to a small company of guards and gives them orders,"Go out into the forest, and catch this DARK DRAGON!"
"Do not hurt him!" Sheyla yells down at the Sergeant.
"Oh, I would not think of it, My Lady,"and Kurt lets go of the boys arm and Jett runs away back into the shadows of the city. "Now, if your party doesn't mind, perhaps we should be on our way this morning and find if we can capture this Dark Dragon fellow and make our way to Norule Keep? What say you?"
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
DM wrote:As the street child runs away, Firnam hurries down the stairs after him. Meanwhile, the rest of the group seems to be alright with the company of the Sergeant and his men, except for Cackle who doesn't particularly like authority.
As the Sergeant asks for compliance from the adventurers, Cackle can't help himself to pull out a sling stone and throw it at the Sergeant's head.
DM wrote:Cackle's sling stone just falls short of hitting the Sergeant and a small cloud of dust puffs up in front of his soldier's boots.
"Well...is that your answer? You do understand that any attack on me will warrant an immediate issuance for your heads?"the Sergeant says with a heavy glare.
Sheyla turns around and slaps Cackle in the face,"What in the 9 Gates of Baator do you think you are doing? You are risking putting us all into the hangman's noose! We need all the help we can get on this quest...do you understand?"
Cackle remains silent...Shelya asks again,"Do you understand?"
This time Maximus steps up and stares at Cackle,"Well, thief? If you would like, we could hand you over to the guards right now...only after I rip off both your arms!"
The Sergeant remains upset over the apparent attack, and is debating on whether or not he should have the whole lot arrested and executed for insolence against the King's Guard.
DM wrote:Firnam catches up to Jett in an alley. He is a bit out of breath, as the boy is quicker than he thought.
"Wait! Jett, Wait!"Firnam calls to the child.
Jett stops and listens to what Firnam has to say.
"Have you seen anything else, Jett that we should know about?"Firnam asks the street child.
"All I know is that we have seen the Dark Dragon heading off into the forest alone, I can take you to the exact spot that I seen him leave the city if you want?"
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
Firnam takes a quick look back, and decides to go with the child. This is crucial information and cannot be passed by that easily.
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