Vi tells Gaelkur Thank you for your time and business, if this is to my liking I will return for more. She heads out (reclasping the cloak tightly and putting her hood up) and returns to the room in her in, stowing the cloak and the vial in her belongings before swapping her boots for a pair of plain shoes. She then packs up everything, setting her armour, mace and shield in the corner neatly for the mornig and leaves locking the door on the way out. She returns to the bar, (Is Arnnon still andHrothgars still there? Just one or both? Any newcomers at the bar?)
A few customers have left or gone to bed. Some have passed out on the tables they were drinking at.
The others have retired for the evening knowing they have an early start in the morning. Some drunken guards are in the corner grumbling to themselves about losing coin to that charming rogue. Others are nursing swollen knuckles and bruised faces from the boxing competition out back.
I will meet you here at first light, She says to Arnnon (if he is there) I am sure we can discuss anything else pertaining to the job at hand at that point and I can meet the rest of the party. She will then walk over to the group of guards and say,So do any of you happen to be off duty?Vi will take note of the ranks of the guards and see any ranks if they have them.
These aren’t city guards or soldiers. There is no obvious rank insignias on any of them and there aren’t wearing a uniform that you can identify. They are hired swords to protect caravans heading to and from Beliard, Sharn or any of the other major cities that use caravans to cut costs instead of the Storm Trains, Skyships or Elemental Boats the major trading houses use to swiftly move goods and people about the continent.
We are all off duty love One surly looking half-off says swigging from his stein and squinting at her but none of us have got the coin to afford you now. Blame that bastard pirate who made off wiv all our earnings from that last trip. Now if we ain’t gettin a freebie bugger off and leave us to drown our losses He gets a raucous laugh from the other three caravaners who are still awake
Nobody said you would have to pay, maybe I am just looking for a good time...but if nobody is interested, I will just look for one elsewhere...She turns as if to walk off, smiling as she does so.
He chuckles to himself. Heh I’ve made enough of a fool out of myself for one night maybe another I’ll treat you to orcish stamina. Good night. He turns back to his colleagues and rejoins the conversation
It’s late in the evening. (Approx 2300) most people get up at dawn to prepare for the working day so most of the customers have either gone home or gone to the rooms they’ve purchased.
It’s different in the big cities, some establishments never sleep, but here in the middle of bumble**** nowhere it’s a bit more rural and diurnal in nature
Vi will return to her room and debates on taking the dreamily. She decides better of it and heads to bed. She will wake up before dawn to go down to meet the party.
Dawn arrives and finds Most of the group waiting outside. Arnnon is consulting a map and the directions given to Lance Rock. It is only 5 or so miles south west of Red Larch and can apparently be seen from quite some way away but one can never be too careful.
Arnnon, you're holding that map upside down...Geltrix drops the comment, without really looking. Anything to tease the others for my own amusement. I spin one of my "hard earned" coins across my fingers as I wait for someone who cares more to tell us where we're going.
By Poseidons barnicled cock Lugz, you stink!
Geltrix leans close to Lugz. Have you washed at all since I've met you?
It would appear that Geltrix is in one of those moods...
Othronus, bleary eyed from his late night reading, wanders over to the group and yawns. He stands next to Arnnon and glances at the map before staring off into the middle distance.
Good morning friends. Where are we going? I hope we can go there slowly. I fear I have spent too long with my books.
Arnnon, you're holding that map upside down...Geltrix drops the comment, without really looking. Anything to tease the others for my own amusement. I spin one of my "hard earned" coins across my fingers as I wait for someone who cares more to tell us where we're going.
By Poseidons barnicled cock Lugz, you stink!
Geltrix leans close to Lugz. Have you washed at all since I've met you?
It would appear that Geltrix is in one of those moods...
So... shall we get this show on the road?
Viridiana walks up from behind where you are standing, not quietly by any means due to the chain mail clinking and says You do not smell appealing either, you may want to bathe yourself once more before you comment on someone else's bathing practices.She walks by Lugz and holds in a grimace at the smell, bit says nothing about it.
I smell of two things, young lady. The sea and disappointment. Its clear to me you're very acquainted with one of those. Yet I see not the marks of rope on your hands.
Perhaps we could spend less time sniffing each other and more on getting this job done?
The group head south along the Long Road. Hills partitioned into fields and pastures by fieldstone fences or hedges surround Red Larch. A mile or so outside the town, cultivated areas give way to unspoiled wilderness. Miles of hills, woods, and grassland stretch on as far as the eye can see, filled with plentiful wildlife.
Several hours pass and off to the right the group can see a tall think spike of rock jutting up into the sky. The locals were not incorrect that Lance Rock can be seen for miles. They leave the road and the rock slowly starts to get closer and closer. Lance Rock is a narrow, twenty-five-foot menhir of bare, gray rock that juts eastward at a sixty-degree angle.
At the base of the rock is a narrow ravine choked with brush, a trail leads down through the brush and at the mouth of the trail is a wooden sign with a notice clearly written on it in Common.
I smell of two things, young lady. The sea and disappointment. Its clear to me you're very acquainted with one of those. Yet I see not the marks of rope on your hands.
Perhaps we could spend less time sniffing each other and more on getting this job done?
Vi chuckles and says, I don't know why you would smell either of those thing. Is your nose broken?
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Othronus reads the sign and scratches his head, thinking about the Lord of Lance Rock, the history of the area and any relevant references to plague from the literature.
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Vi tells Gaelkur Thank you for your time and business, if this is to my liking I will return for more. She heads out (reclasping the cloak tightly and putting her hood up) and returns to the room in her in, stowing the cloak and the vial in her belongings before swapping her boots for a pair of plain shoes. She then packs up everything, setting her armour, mace and shield in the corner neatly for the mornig and leaves locking the door on the way out. She returns to the bar, (Is Arnnon still andHrothgars still there? Just one or both? Any newcomers at the bar?)
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A few customers have left or gone to bed. Some have passed out on the tables they were drinking at.
The others have retired for the evening knowing they have an early start in the morning. Some drunken guards are in the corner grumbling to themselves about losing coin to that charming rogue. Others are nursing swollen knuckles and bruised faces from the boxing competition out back.
Lugnutz having bet on himself on the fights against some of the miners and wheelwrights has made 8gold pieces
I will meet you here at first light, She says to Arnnon (if he is there) I am sure we can discuss anything else pertaining to the job at hand at that point and I can meet the rest of the party. She will then walk over to the group of guards and say, So do any of you happen to be off duty? Vi will take note of the ranks of the guards and see any ranks if they have them.
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These aren’t city guards or soldiers. There is no obvious rank insignias on any of them and there aren’t wearing a uniform that you can identify. They are hired swords to protect caravans heading to and from Beliard, Sharn or any of the other major cities that use caravans to cut costs instead of the Storm Trains, Skyships or Elemental Boats the major trading houses use to swiftly move goods and people about the continent.
We are all off duty love One surly looking half-off says swigging from his stein and squinting at her but none of us have got the coin to afford you now. Blame that bastard pirate who made off wiv all our earnings from that last trip. Now if we ain’t gettin a freebie bugger off and leave us to drown our losses He gets a raucous laugh from the other three caravaners who are still awake
Nobody said you would have to pay, maybe I am just looking for a good time...but if nobody is interested, I will just look for one elsewhere...She turns as if to walk off, smiling as she does so.
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He chuckles to himself. Heh I’ve made enough of a fool out of myself for one night maybe another I’ll treat you to orcish stamina. Good night. He turns back to his colleagues and rejoins the conversation
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Lugnutz feels lucky.
Vi continues to search the inn for someone to spend some alone time with. (current time?)
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It’s late in the evening. (Approx 2300) most people get up at dawn to prepare for the working day so most of the customers have either gone home or gone to the rooms they’ve purchased.
Lugz you got 8 Gold pieces from your boxing bets
It’s different in the big cities, some establishments never sleep, but here in the middle of bumble**** nowhere it’s a bit more rural and diurnal in nature
Vi will return to her room and debates on taking the dreamily. She decides better of it and heads to bed. She will wake up before dawn to go down to meet the party.
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Dawn arrives and finds Most of the group waiting outside. Arnnon is consulting a map and the directions given to Lance Rock. It is only 5 or so miles south west of Red Larch and can apparently be seen from quite some way away but one can never be too careful.
Arnnon, you're holding that map upside down... Geltrix drops the comment, without really looking. Anything to tease the others for my own amusement. I spin one of my "hard earned" coins across my fingers as I wait for someone who cares more to tell us where we're going.
By Poseidons barnicled cock Lugz, you stink!
Geltrix leans close to Lugz. Have you washed at all since I've met you?
It would appear that Geltrix is in one of those moods...
So... shall we get this show on the road?
Othronus, bleary eyed from his late night reading, wanders over to the group and yawns. He stands next to Arnnon and glances at the map before staring off into the middle distance.
Good morning friends. Where are we going? I hope we can go there slowly. I fear I have spent too long with my books.
Viridiana walks up from behind where you are standing, not quietly by any means due to the chain mail clinking and says You do not smell appealing either, you may want to bathe yourself once more before you comment on someone else's bathing practices. She walks by Lugz and holds in a grimace at the smell, bit says nothing about it.
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I smell of two things, young lady. The sea and disappointment. Its clear to me you're very acquainted with one of those. Yet I see not the marks of rope on your hands.
Perhaps we could spend less time sniffing each other and more on getting this job done?
The group head south along the Long Road. Hills partitioned into fields and pastures by fieldstone fences or hedges surround Red Larch. A mile or so outside the town, cultivated areas give way to unspoiled wilderness. Miles of hills, woods, and grassland stretch on as far as the eye can see, filled with plentiful wildlife.
Several hours pass and off to the right the group can see a tall think spike of rock jutting up into the sky. The locals were not incorrect that Lance Rock can be seen for miles. They leave the road and the rock slowly starts to get closer and closer. Lance Rock is a narrow, twenty-five-foot menhir of bare, gray rock that juts eastward at a sixty-degree angle.
At the base of the rock is a narrow ravine choked with brush, a trail leads down through the brush and at the mouth of the trail is a wooden sign with a notice clearly written on it in Common.
Vi chuckles and says, I don't know why you would smell either of those thing. Is your nose broken?
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Othronus reads the sign and scratches his head, thinking about the Lord of Lance Rock, the history of the area and any relevant references to plague from the literature.
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