"It's probably because of one of two reasons, well two I can think of either way." Emet said as he trailed behind the wagon with the two. "One, but this is unlikely, is that the Lord is only interested in getting more money for his treasury. The reason why I say that's unlikely is because the gaurds are asking for such little silver." He told them, using his knowledge of most the nobles he had met. "And the second, and this Im not sure is right, is something has happened in the land, and he's putting the silver to fix the damage. But, those are just my thoughts." He said with a shrug.
"You are all right, to some degree," Uruk chimes in from his seat, "The lords are given permission to toll the roads and this changes every season to ensure no one gets more than others. There is trade along each road in and out of River's Rush, but only because it sits on a crossroad. If it was firmly in the lands of one lord or another, they would tax it as such. The tolls keep the lords happy, powerful, and wealthy without bleeding merchants and innocent people dry."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As dusk begins to set in, the party begins to turn their attention toward lodgings and rest. Uruk mentions an old farmhouse he passed on the way, but it seemed abandoned when he first came to River's Rush. At the least, it could provide better shelter than trying to convert a cramped wagon.
By the early evening, with the sun bathing the sky an orange glow, the farmhouse in question appears in the distance. Uruk was very right when he said it seemed abandoned; the two-story farmhouse seems to have been deserted for halg a decade, the land around is wild and overgrown, and scattered across the field are three scarecrows left in silent vigil over forsaken property. Oddly enough, there seems to be a light coming from a window on the second story...
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hmmm....so this place is supposedly abandoned...yet it looks like we have someone or soemsomet holeing up in the farmhouse...." She said to himself when he noticed the light before mentioning it to the others. "Who here wants to investigate? Cause I don't feel comfortable resting someplace some bandit decided to hide in."
That is true." He admitted. "But there's no way in knowing untill we check. It's better to know your surroundings than blindly walking into gods know what."
Neither do I, hopefully if worst comes to worst we can reason with whoever is up there.." he told her with a soft smile as they walked into the farmhouse.
"If they don't mind, the house would be much better than this wagon." Uruk turns his wagon toward the farmhouse. Details become more and more noticeable over time as well: Faded white paint, several overly-large windows on the upper floor, and a porch which seemed dangerous because of a collapsing roof. On the approach, a figure can be seen in brief flashes through the windows.
As the wagon pulls up to the front, an elderly woman appears on the front porch. She waves to the newcomers before stepping onto a stone path which cuts through the overgrown lawn, "Goodness, if I had known to expect guests, I would've prepared." She briefly surveys the wagon and its inhabitants, "Seven guests, then. Can't say I've got food to go around, but I can at least put on a pot of tea."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Leaf nods graciously to the homeowner’s hospitality as he holds open the door for the others. “Thank you kindly, madam. If you allow me, I can assist you with putting on the kettle?” He will take a moment to register her reaction and mannerisms to see if anything strange stands out.
"sorry mam, we don't mean to appose on your hospitality, but thank you for allowing us to rest here." Emet said as he fallowed in, keeping an eye on the woman for a bit just in case.
"It's no trouble at all, dear, and if you're so kind to offer a hand it would be greatly appreciated." The woman's smile is inviting as she sets off toward the house, "Best not to stay out. I've never trusted the dark of night."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As he watched the woman, he started thinking how odd it seemed for an older woman like herself would live so far from the town, and on a farm that seemed to have little to no livestock or crops whatsoever....but that was what he had gotten from what he could see, perhaps there was something around back? "Actually Miss, if it wouldn't trouble you that is, would there happen to be a place we can put the horses and wagon while we stay?" He asked, making an excuse to explore the farm a bit.
The old woman smiles as she stands on the porch, "Of course, there's a small barn out back." Around back Emet will find a small barn, not large enough for the wagon, but with enough room for horses at least. Like the farmhouse, it bears years of evident wear and tear.
Within the house itself, a hallway stretches from the door to a kitchen in the back. To the right of the door, a large sitting room stands empty with a few dusty chairs and tables. To the left a staircase upstairs with a door underneath leading down. "You all must be exhausted. There are two bedrooms upstairs you can use as well as the room here."
(The sun is dipping well into dusk now; about an hour until dark. Feel free to post up sleeping arrangements and, if you like, any guard shifts if you feel so inclined.)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Mirza walks into the sitting room and lays out his bed roll. "This will do. Thank you." He says to the woman. Turning to his traveling companions he gestures outside. "I am going to sit on the porch for a bit, keep an eye around the place. Anyone is welcome to join me, or to take the post once the sun sets, as my eyes will fail me in the dark."
"I never heard of something like it... I...I'm just happy that they let us pass"
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"It's probably because of one of two reasons, well two I can think of either way." Emet said as he trailed behind the wagon with the two. "One, but this is unlikely, is that the Lord is only interested in getting more money for his treasury. The reason why I say that's unlikely is because the gaurds are asking for such little silver." He told them, using his knowledge of most the nobles he had met. "And the second, and this Im not sure is right, is something has happened in the land, and he's putting the silver to fix the damage. But, those are just my thoughts." He said with a shrug.
"You are all right, to some degree," Uruk chimes in from his seat, "The lords are given permission to toll the roads and this changes every season to ensure no one gets more than others. There is trade along each road in and out of River's Rush, but only because it sits on a crossroad. If it was firmly in the lands of one lord or another, they would tax it as such. The tolls keep the lords happy, powerful, and wealthy without bleeding merchants and innocent people dry."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hm. I still don't get it." Mirza says gruffly. "Anyway it is starting to get dark. We should look for a place to rest soon."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
As dusk begins to set in, the party begins to turn their attention toward lodgings and rest. Uruk mentions an old farmhouse he passed on the way, but it seemed abandoned when he first came to River's Rush. At the least, it could provide better shelter than trying to convert a cramped wagon.
By the early evening, with the sun bathing the sky an orange glow, the farmhouse in question appears in the distance. Uruk was very right when he said it seemed abandoned; the two-story farmhouse seems to have been deserted for halg a decade, the land around is wild and overgrown, and scattered across the field are three scarecrows left in silent vigil over forsaken property. Oddly enough, there seems to be a light coming from a window on the second story...
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hmmm....so this place is supposedly abandoned...yet it looks like we have someone or soemsomet holeing up in the farmhouse...." She said to himself when he noticed the light before mentioning it to the others. "Who here wants to investigate? Cause I don't feel comfortable resting someplace some bandit decided to hide in."
"Perhaps they are travelers like us that come here for shleter during the night?" asks Elhora.
PbP Character: A few ;)
That is true." He admitted. "But there's no way in knowing untill we check. It's better to know your surroundings than blindly walking into gods know what."
"Might I suggest we go in with open arms, but ready for a fight. We do not want to appear hostile, but should also not appear weak."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"Of course, no need to go in blades drawn." He said with a nod, that was what he intended, but understood how his words had been taken out of context.
Elhora will follow them
"I.. I really hope it doesn't come to a fight..."
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Neither do I, hopefully if worst comes to worst we can reason with whoever is up there.." he told her with a soft smile as they walked into the farmhouse.
"If they don't mind, the house would be much better than this wagon." Uruk turns his wagon toward the farmhouse. Details become more and more noticeable over time as well: Faded white paint, several overly-large windows on the upper floor, and a porch which seemed dangerous because of a collapsing roof. On the approach, a figure can be seen in brief flashes through the windows.
As the wagon pulls up to the front, an elderly woman appears on the front porch. She waves to the newcomers before stepping onto a stone path which cuts through the overgrown lawn, "Goodness, if I had known to expect guests, I would've prepared." She briefly surveys the wagon and its inhabitants, "Seven guests, then. Can't say I've got food to go around, but I can at least put on a pot of tea."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Leaf nods graciously to the homeowner’s hospitality as he holds open the door for the others. “Thank you kindly, madam. If you allow me, I can assist you with putting on the kettle?” He will take a moment to register her reaction and mannerisms to see if anything strange stands out.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"sorry mam, we don't mean to appose on your hospitality, but thank you for allowing us to rest here." Emet said as he fallowed in, keeping an eye on the woman for a bit just in case.
"It's no trouble at all, dear, and if you're so kind to offer a hand it would be greatly appreciated." The woman's smile is inviting as she sets off toward the house, "Best not to stay out. I've never trusted the dark of night."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"The dark of night isn't what you should fear, it's the forces that take advantage of the cover!" Mirza says obtusely as he follows the others inside.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
As he watched the woman, he started thinking how odd it seemed for an older woman like herself would live so far from the town, and on a farm that seemed to have little to no livestock or crops whatsoever....but that was what he had gotten from what he could see, perhaps there was something around back? "Actually Miss, if it wouldn't trouble you that is, would there happen to be a place we can put the horses and wagon while we stay?" He asked, making an excuse to explore the farm a bit.
The old woman smiles as she stands on the porch, "Of course, there's a small barn out back." Around back Emet will find a small barn, not large enough for the wagon, but with enough room for horses at least. Like the farmhouse, it bears years of evident wear and tear.
Within the house itself, a hallway stretches from the door to a kitchen in the back. To the right of the door, a large sitting room stands empty with a few dusty chairs and tables. To the left a staircase upstairs with a door underneath leading down. "You all must be exhausted. There are two bedrooms upstairs you can use as well as the room here."
(The sun is dipping well into dusk now; about an hour until dark. Feel free to post up sleeping arrangements and, if you like, any guard shifts if you feel so inclined.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Mirza walks into the sitting room and lays out his bed roll. "This will do. Thank you." He says to the woman. Turning to his traveling companions he gestures outside. "I am going to sit on the porch for a bit, keep an eye around the place. Anyone is welcome to join me, or to take the post once the sun sets, as my eyes will fail me in the dark."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger