Girvan Adventure II

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You indicated that you were trying to overhear if anyone else was planning to seek the missing boy... </div> <div> Missiledine: lol</div> <div> Dukejr01: Sure. He will go get a beer at that bar and listen.</div> <div> Dukejr01: He doesn't want to start a bar fight without backup.</div> <div> FinLongham: I can be back up</div> <div> Missiledine: There are several groups that look the type, you know, adventurer/tavern scum, who are behaving in the typical, over the shoulde</div> <div> paranoia that you are all familiar with. They are huddled in quiet conversations around their respective tables.</div> <div> Dukejr01: well, unless you can brawl.... casting spells is like drawing steel. bad idea.</div> <div> Missiledine: Will you approach and eaves drop?</div> <div> Dukejr01: <sigh> gee, think I can get away with it? I am sceptical</div> <div> FinLongham: Nope.</div> <div> Missiledine: Wanna try?</div> <div> Dukejr01: paranoid adventurers.... running in packs.</div> <div> Missiledine: <Sounds familiar></div> <div> Dukejr01: hmmm... Corren will note the number of groups. their numbers and try to memorize faces.</div> <div> Dukejr01: note weapons etc.</div> <div> Dukejr01: he will not try to eavesdrop unless they are close to his own table.</div> <div> Missiledine: there are three groups, each distinctly seperate, each watching you and the other groups suspisciously</div> <div> FinLongham: I will move to the bar and do the same.</div> <div> Missiledine: Group 1 has three members, two fighter types and a mage type (judging only by clothing)</div> <div> Dukejr01: lol.</div> <div> FinLongham: How about group 2?</div> <div> Missiledine: Group 2 has 5 members, three fighter types, (one is female) a mage type and a nondescript looking guy</div> <div> Dukejr01: **its like a mexican standoff.... <que spaghetti music></div> <div> Missiledine: Group 3 has 4 members, none are wearing any heavy armor or carrying anything that makes them identifiable</div> <div> Dukejr01: <nondescript looking guys are the most dangerous...></div> <div> Dukejr01: okay. that is interesting.....</div> <div> Missiledine: <I don't know what you are so I kill you first!></div> <div> FinLongham: <What else is going on in the room that might get me close to one of the groups?></div> <div> Dukejr01: <good plan! Its best to be prudent. turns out to be the lackey/valet who shines shoes></div> <div> Dukejr01: Is the female fighter type... er.... attractive? :-P</div> <div> Missiledine: other than these interesting conglomerations, the rest of the tavern is filled with what appears to be the usual assortment of local</div> <div> tradesman, merchants, etc</div> <div> Missiledine: Hard to tell under all that mail</div> <div> Missiledine: Well, in one corner, not too far from group #2, is a knife throwing contest</div> <div> FinLongham: <How drunk am I?></div> <div> Dukejr01: <someone has to ask the all important: "Is she cute?" question></div> <div> Missiledine: There are a couple tradesmen types wagering on who can hit a knot in one of the support posts. There is a lot of laughing and</div> <div> drinking going on</div> <div> Dukejr01: Hey. Corren challenges his companion to a game of throwning knives.</div> <div> Missiledine: You haven't been here that long to have all that many drinks... How many are you planning on having?</div> <div> Dukejr01: is there another target we can use?</div> <div> Missiledine: Companion?</div> <div> Missiledine: Who would you like to use?</div> <div> Dukejr01: I forget Fin's charactor's name</div> <div> Missiledine: <Ham Ton></div> <div> Dukejr01: that is right. is there another target for a contest of is the plan to join the tradesmen?</div> <div> Missiledine: Plan?</div> <div> FinLongham: I think joining the tradesmens is the best.</div> <div> FinLongham: plan</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay. you want to try or shall corren? corren looks like a merc. might put them off.</div> <div> Missiledine: So Correen, think your good enough to compete in a crowded room without killing someone?</div> <div> Dukejr01: only if there is no one anywhere close to the target.</div> <div> FinLongham: You go first. I will take second</div> <div> Dukejr01: GM: seriously, will it be a problem?</div> <div> Missiledine: only if you miss</div> <div> Docportal: Yes, I know. I have killed already.</div> <div> Dukejr01: which,. is about a 50/50 chance.</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay,. are the tradesmen better than either of us?</div> <div> Missiledine: Some of these guys seem pretty good.. they are all hitting the post regularly</div> <div> Dukejr01: how long do they take to aim?</div> <div> Missiledine: couple seconds</div> <div> Missiledine: its not a quick draw type contest, rather it is an accuracy thing</div> <div> FinLongham: I will go frist if you don't think you can do it.</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay okay, does it seem to be an open game?</div> <div> Missiledine: sure.. stakes aren't very high, a penny or a farthing at most</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren stands up and wanders over to the game.</div> <div> Dukejr01: with his beer.</div> <div> Missiledine: The man currently throwing finishes, hitting about three inches high of the knot... He looks at you speculatively. "Say Blank Shield! You</div> <div> wanbt to try?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Why not? penny a throw?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: <Corren is so obviously a merc 8-)></div> <div> Missiledine: "Sure, I'll cover a penny! Go on." He hands you the knife he just used</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes it,. looks it over professionally <armoury skill> checks it balance.</div> <div> Missiledine: <A penny = $1></div> <div> Dukejr01: k</div> <div> Missiledine: Seems a good quality knife, well balanced but not exceptional</div> <div> Dukejr01: how close is the talking group?</div> <div> Missiledine: about five or six feet</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren grunts. takes the mark. carefully checking his distance. aims for maximum bonus before throwing.</div> <div> Missiledine: (Huh! What do ya know) Okay, you hit within less than an inch of the knot</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren nods and steps back.</div> <div> Dukejr01: toward the talking group.</div> <div> Dukejr01: he strains his ears a bit to hear them....</div> <div> Dukejr01: <or do I recover it?</div> <div> Dukejr01: the knife.</div> <div> Missiledine: The man grunts and takes the knife, aims and... misses the mark by two inches..... </div> <div> Missiledine: The group seems to be talking about rations and feed for horses, but its difficult to make out</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay</div> <div> Dukejr01: "another?"</div> <div> Missiledine: He hands you a penny. "Good shot merc."</div> <div> Missiledine: "Okay, I'll go first."</div> <div> Dukejr01: "I was lucky. I expect you guys spend a lot of time here, practicing." He grins good naturedly</div> <div> Missiledine: His throw is wide by about four inches and he scowls as his buddies laugh at him</div> <div> Missiledine: "Yeah, yeah... Your turn."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren gets the knife and takes his shot</div> <div> Missiledine: You are about two inches off, but still better then his... He hands you another coin. "Another? Double stakes?" He asks</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren knows better than to be hustled. "Allright. This time."</div> <div> Missiledine: You go first</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes his shot.</div> <div> Missiledine: You are off about two inches again... </div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren again tries to listen in....</div> <div> Missiledine: The man takes the knife, aims... he is also about two inches off... it is too close to call. "Let the money ride another round, or double</div> <div> the stakes?" He asks</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Let it ride." </div> <div> FinLongham: Is there a place I can get to that I can't be seen but there are no doors between me and the group?</div> <div> Missiledine: The group have lowered their voices some more, all get are scraps... "Cross the river... he'll head east... don't need many..."</div> <div> Dukejr01: <tantelizing.... ></div> <div> Missiledine: Well, the common room you are in is a pretty wide area, a number of pillars and support beams that maybe you could stand behind,</div> <div> but there are people all over the room. Someone will be able to see you</div> <div> Missiledine: He throws first this time... missing the mark by about an inch</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren grunts. "Glad I didn't double"</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes his shot</div> <div> Missiledine: <Good thing you didn't!> You are about four inches off this time</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren laughs and hands him two pennies. "There goes my beer money...."</div> <div> Missiledine: "Again?" He asks</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren nods. "Sure, same stakes."</div> <div> Missiledine: "Okay, you first./"</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes his shot and then goes to listen in again.</div> <div> FinLongham: Are there poeple going in and out of the main door?</div> <div> Missiledine: yes, pretty regularly</div> <div> Missiledine: you come less than an inch from the mark this time!</div> <div> FinLongham: I go out side. and turn my self invisibile</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren nods pleased, but is more interested in spying...</div> <div> Dukejr01: <neat trick></div> <div> Missiledine: ok, it is getting dark outside, but its not yet full dark</div> <div> Missiledine: You don't hear much this time</div> <div> Dukejr01: k</div> <div> Missiledine: he actually hits the mark! His buddies cheer</div> <div> FinLongham: I will try not let anybody see me do this. Once invisibile I return go to gorup.</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren grins, pays the man. "Get this man a beer." he says, intercepting a waitress and ordering two browns.</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham, you are invisible. You don't think anyone noticed</div> <div> Missiledine: ok</div> <div> Dukejr01: "I'm still game."</div> <div> Dukejr01: I suppose I should say "wench"</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham, you make your way back into the common room.. You can easily approach the table with the group</div> <div> Missiledine: The man nods and hands you the knife. "Thanks."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes his shot.</div> <div> Missiledine: (Ouch! You missed by seven!)</div> <div> FinLongham: listening to the group. </div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren throws up his hands. "I was distracted!" He mocking exclaims... leering a bit at the serving wench.</div> <div> Missiledine: Bad throw Corren (Lucky you didn't kill Ham!) the knife nicks the post and careems off and sticks in the floor</div> <div> Dukejr01: He retrieves the knife and takes his ribbing. "I think I will concede that one." Paying the man</div> <div> FinLongham: I doing my best to stay clear of anybody moving around</div> <div> Missiledine: The men all laugh, the waitress winks and leaves</div> <div> Dukejr01: corren follows her with his eyes as she leaves.</div> <div> Missiledine: That is tough to do.... You can get pretty close and you hear someone say, "Its a hell of a lot of money!"</div> <div> Missiledine: He grins, "Again?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Naturally. I can;t slink off after a throw like that"</div> <div> Missiledine: "Then you go again."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes his shot</div> <div> Missiledine: Another one says, "Yeah, its worth the extra expense.."</div> <div> Missiledine: You miss the mark by at least six inches. The me n laugh, "Still distracted?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Ahem. I think that I have been schooled." he waits until the other guys beats it, pays.</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham: You hear another voice in the group say, "If the Hunch Back is behind this, he'll have that damn white skinned ghoul with him!"</div> <div> Missiledine: He beats you, but not by a lot, maybe an inch or so</div> <div> Missiledine: What happened to my color!</div> <div> Missiledine: better</div> <div> Dukejr01: Coren says "Thanks for the game, but I think I have lost enough for now." he claps him on the shoulder, nods to the other guys.</div> <div> FinLongham: I make note of all of this</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham, you have been standing quietly listening to the group, when suddenly someone runs into you from behind... banging into your</div> <div> back, pouring some liquid all over you and eliciting a feminine scream! The serving wench with a tray of food and beer, just ran full tilt into you</div> <div> FinLongham: I run for it</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks over. he fastdraws his large knife.</div> <div> FinLongham: Any where but here would be good. I run out the main doors and will return later.</div> <div> Missiledine: There is a lot of laughter, the group you were listening to is on their feet, some of them got splashed, they are cursing and looking</div> <div> around angrily....The mage type is peering around the room intently.... his eyes fasten on something by the door</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren says, "What the hell was that?" he puts his knife away nd goes to help the wench....</div> <div> Missiledine: He whispers something and the entire group heads toward the doors, dropping money on the table and leaving their unfinished meal</div> <div> and drinks</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham, you are out on the street, but you see some of the group, mage in the lead coming out the doors behind you</div> <div> Missiledine: you have a good fifty foot lead tho</div> <div> FinLongham: I run like hell from them</div> <div> Missiledine: You hear the mage yell, "He's going that way! Come on! After him!"</div> <div> Dukejr01: Okay. What is Corren's sitrep? Does he know Ham is missing?</div> <div> Missiledine: They are chasing</div> <div> Missiledine: Nah, you haven't seen Ham for awhile</div> <div> Dukejr01: ummm.... does corren see the commotion? or do they leave quietly?</div> <div> FinLongham: I run for the next corner and dorp the invisabilty</div> <div> Missiledine: They leave in a hurry, but with no big fuss. The doors haven't closed when you hear, "He's going that way...."</div> <div> Missiledine: Okay, at the end of the block you turn the corner and drop the spell</div> <div> Dukejr01: Is corren done helping the wench?</div> <div> Missiledine: Yes, she blows you a kiss and says thanks.</div> <div> Missiledine: She's kind of pretty too...</div> <div> Dukejr01: hey!</div> <div> FinLongham: I run for another tavern</div> <div> Missiledine: <So much for helping your party!></div> <div> Missiledine: Youy can see from the lights and activity, another tavern about a block and a half down the street</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren says "Hmm... maybe I should see what that fuss is about... might have somethign to do with what happened. I am Corren."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren is obviously reluctant to leave...</div> <div> Missiledine: As you make your way the group turns the corner behind you... They pause a second, then the mage yells, "That's him! There in the</div> <div> robe!" (You are wearing a robe)</div> <div> Dukejr01: I thought he kept running.</div> <div> Missiledine: She introduces herself with a smile, "I'm Leena... Are you from around here?"</div> <div> Missiledine: <He is></div> <div> Dukejr01: <k></div> <div> FinLongham: I run inside and lose the robe once in side.</div> <div> Missiledine: Loose it? How? Drop it on the floor or what?</div> <div> FinLongham: Then try to look normal</div> <div> FinLongham: Hang it on a peg</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Leena.... " Corren is delighted to learn her name. "I am from Soche, we just arrived the other day. I needed to visit the Church fro healing."</div> <div> Missiledine: The common room here is not as large as the Crow's, but it is more crowded... Ok, to your right it a row of pegs</div> <div> FinLongham: Then conture out the back door</div> <div> Missiledine: "Oh? were you injured in a battle?"</div> <div> Missiledine: Okay, the only other doorway you see probably goes back to the kitchen area, or there are steps up to the second floor</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Thje injuries were minor, but the wights left a curse or something. I needed a priest to be rid of it.</div> <div> Missiledine: 'Oooh! Wights! Tell me about it..."</div> <div> FinLongham: thought the kitchen</div> <div> Dukejr01: I think Corren is thoroughly distracted....</div> <div> Docportal: <I gusee I can't help? No druid thing between us.></div> <div> Missiledine: You push through the curtain, down a short hall, to a low ceiling kitchen area dominated by a big roaring fireplace, a stove and</div> <div> several tables. There are four people, three women and a man, working here. When you enter the woman yells, "Hey! What in the Nine Hells are</div> <div> you doing! Get out of here! No customers back here!" There is another door at the far end of the room. It is closed</div> <div> Missiledine: <Druid thing? No></div> <div> FinLongham: I say "I am looking for the Bath room."</div> <div> Missiledine: "What? Get out of here or I'll roast you!"</div> <div> Missiledine: She waves a cleaver at you</div> <div> FinLongham: I turn and run out of the there</div> <div> Missiledine: Back in the common room you see your friends from the other tavern are now coming through the door. They all pause and peer</div> <div> around the room intently</div> <div> FinLongham: I try to blend in with this crowed</div> <div> FinLongham: <What was I cover with?></div> <div> Missiledine: They are having a whispered conversation by the door. The mage and the non descript looking guy are doing most of the talking</div> <div> Missiledine: Covered? You mean what are you wearing?</div> <div> FinLongham: What was split on me.</div> <div> Missiledine: Or what is between you and them?</div> <div> Missiledine: oh, beer and food, but its on your robe, not on you now</div> <div> Missiledine: One of the fighter types is pointing out your still wet robe that is hanging on a nearby peg. The mage moves over and examines it</div> <div> FinLongham: I go to the bar and get myself a beer</div> <div> Missiledine: The mage and the nondescript guy have a whispered conversation. They say sopmething to the rest of their group, take the robe</div> <div> and leave.</div> <div> Dukejr01: <whew></div> <div> Dukejr01: <hope you mom didn;t sew your name in it></div> <div> Dukejr01: :-)</div> <div> FinLongham: <I don't think so></div> <div> Dukejr01: <lol></div> <div> Missiledine: who could read it?</div> <div> Missiledine: Okay Ham, what now?</div> <div> FinLongham: I pay for my beer and head back to the crow. Taking another way back.</div> <div> Missiledine: you arrive back at the Crow safely, you don't see any sign of your pursuers</div> <div> Dukejr01: <Glad you made it></div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren making any progress?</div> <div> Missiledine: Well, she's working now, but she gets off around midnight, if your still around...</div> <div> FinLongham: I pull corren away form what every his is doing. To tell him about what just happened.</div> <div> Dukejr01: of course he will!</div> <div> Missiledine: she'll look for you then</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren is likely drinking beer and watching the lovely lady by then....</div> <div> Missiledine: <Corren owes Ham a debt of gratitude!:-*></div> <div> Dukejr01: Actually, he does.</div> <div> FinLongham: ok</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren does not look around at the other party when he hears this story,. but when it starts to come out and he realizes what happened. he will stop Ham</div> <div> and suggest that we discuss it in private, later.</div> <div> Missiledine: The group in question is gone</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Get some rest. probably nothing will come of it. Have a beer</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Beer is good for oyu, its liquid bread."</div> <div> Dukejr01: BTW, has Rolb returned?</div> <div> FinLongham: I take his suggesting and go to bed</div> <div> Missiledine: not yet</div> <div> Dukejr01: hmmm... the night is young, corren doesn;'t worry too mcuh. he eats and wiles away the time....</div> <div> Missiledine: Rolb will stroll in shortly before midnight, a bit of roll to his gait and a self stisfied look on his face</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren raises his mug, "Its the man, himself."</div> <div> Missiledine: "E'llo Lad... What keeps you up so late?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren tilts his head and flicks his eyes at the wench. "Oh. Its good to be alive."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren has been tipping her well, BTW</div> <div> Missiledine: "Ah! Anticipation is it? Well, good fer ye laddy.. I have had a bonnie evening me self!"</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Its been exciting" anyone near?</div> <div> Missiledine: "Bought myself a horse, diced the man for the tack and harness, won them, then won back half of what I paid fer the brute!"</div> <div> Missiledine: No, no one you can see....</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren laughs. "You did better than I. I lost at throwing knives." Corren leans close and fills Rolb in.</div> <div> Missiledine: "Eh? So we have competitors? Hardly suprisin with that much gilt on the table!"</div> <div> Dukejr01: want me to type it all out?</div> <div> Missiledine: <If you want the exercise></div> <div> Dukejr01: It would take 15 minutes. nah</div> <div> Missiledine: <You could probably use the practice:-D></div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren shrugs. "the upshot is we learned little and may see some trouble."</div> <div> Dukejr01: <gee, thanks..... :-!></div> <div> Missiledine: "Well then, I am off to bed." Rolb says after you finish. "Try and get some sleep laddie! You may need it!" He laughs and leaves</div> <div> Missiledine: A few minutes later the girl will join you...</div> <div> Missiledine: <Fade to black...></div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren smiles brightly at her.</div> <div> Dukejr01: <okay></div> <div> Dukejr01: lets see, I reckon Corren spent 30 bucks?</div> <div> Missiledine: There abouts</div> <div> Dukejr01: won 1. lost 8. plus food and tipping really well.</div> <div> Dukejr01: and beer</div> <div> Missiledine: Okay, next morning</div> <div> Dukejr01: subtracted</div> <div> Dukejr01: Okay. Up and at em!</div> <div> Docportal: <Yes I can get back up now.></div> <div> Missiledine: You will all gather bright and early in the common room... Corren doesn't look to well rested... there is no sign of the 'Other Group'</div> <div> Dukejr01: Yawns hugely.</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren orders tea with his breakfast.</div> <div> Missiledine: Rolb says, "Are we all ready to depart, after a good meal that is.."</div> <div> FinLongham: I will full everyone in on what happened last night.</div> <div> Missiledine: "Anything anyone needs to buy? Food, drink? Drink...."</div> <div> Missiledine: Rolb goes to talk with the inn keeper</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren threatens to nod off into his oatmeal, but remembers to fill his skins with beer.</div> <div> Dukejr01: I have 2 weeks rations. </div> <div> Dukejr01: "anyone besides Rolb have a horse?</div> <div> Missiledine: when you are finished you gather outside. Rolb has a horse which he is tightening the cinch on.</div> <div> Docportal: I low on both food and money so I will stay with what I got.</div> <div> Missiledine: Rolb looks at you, "How much food do ye have?"</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren grins. "Here we go, the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse"</div> <div> Missiledine: <Apocalypse? Wrong Faith!></div> <div> Docportal: "Not much. I am hoping to pick up some wild food."</div> <div> Dukejr01: whatever the Mitrean equivilant is....</div> <div> Dukejr01: "You guys mages or druids?"</div> <div> Docportal: I am a mage</div> <div> Missiledine: "We dunna want to waste time huntin, I'll loan ye a bit of brass, ye go buy some biscuit or what not." He tosses you $30</div> <div> FinLongham: I am a druids</div> <div> Missiledine: "We'll meet ye at the Bridge Gate."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren is ready to go. he marches alongside Rlb</div> <div> Docportal: I take it and go buy some food.</div> <div> Missiledine: Ham, you with Tim or Corren?</div> <div> FinLongham: I am with Tim</div> <div> FinLongham: I need to get some food also.</div> <div> Missiledine: Arriving at the gate, Rolb pulls his horse off to the side to wait. He dismounts and sits on a step</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren stands and dozes leaning on his spear.</div> <div> Missiledine: Ok, you each have no problem buying what you need and can get to the Bridge Gate in about a half hour</div> <div> Dukejr01: <half hour sleep, yay!></div> <div> Dukejr01: soldiers live for combat naps</div> <div> Missiledine: When Ham and Tim show up, Rolb mounts and says, "Right then, lets go."</div> <div> Docportal: "Ok follow the leader."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren starts awake and walks.</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren soes not walk behind hte horse.</div> <div> Dukejr01: does.</div> <div> Missiledine: Out the gate, there is quite a bit of traffic already, and across the bridge. There is a toll. $1 foir each of you, $3 for Rolb</div> <div> Dukejr01: got it.</div> <div> Dukejr01: you guys have any money?</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren will cover them if necessary.</div> <div> Missiledine: Across the bridge, which is one of the largest in Velitrium, you are now out of the Duchy of Gemmatus and back in the Duchy of</div> <div> Ferramentium</div> <div> Docportal: I have some left over from the food.</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren covers the toll for both.</div> <div> Missiledine: You are only about 18 miles from the town of Girvan, you should reach it before dark</div> <div> Dukejr01: left... left....left, right, left...</div> <div> Missiledine: Between Drunmore and Girvan the countryside to the west is pretty well settled and cultivated, but the east side of the road is less</div> <div> worked and soon turns into the Girvan Forest</div> <div> Dukejr01: We should discuss our plan during lunch. what is our plan?</div> <div> Missiledine: "Plan?"</div> <div> FinLongham: Well lest see we have two figters and two magic types.</div> <div> Missiledine: And a horse!</div> <div> Dukejr01: "you know, a plan. that think that always falls apart whe ncontact with the enemy is made"</div> <div> FinLongham: "Yes, lets not forget the horse."</div> <div> Docportal: "If it always falls apart then lest not have a plan."</div> <div> Docportal: lets</div> <div> Missiledine: "Oh! Aye! I've heard summat about that before."</div> <div> Missiledine: talk about your plan (Hah!) I'll be right back!</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Okay. lets go over what whe overheard. Ahem. Anyone heard of the Hunchback or his white skinned ghoul?"</div> <div> Docportal: Nope.</div> <div> FinLongham: nope.</div> <div> Docportal: But I am guseeing we have a ghost on our hands.</div> <div> Dukejr01: the ghoul sounds like a henchmen. maybe a necromancer or something. maybe just an assasin or other oddball. onloy descriptor is white skin. ghoul</div> <div> might refer to anything. his sense of humour or his eating habits.</div> <div> Dukejr01: hunchback is self-explanitory.</div> <div> Dukejr01: now. this kid was kidnapped, his two bodyguards slain. this is no lost person we are looking for, but kidnappers who are armed, probably have magic.</div> <div> and are expecting persuit.</div> <div> Docportal: Yes, trouble.</div> <div> Missiledine: ok, I'm back</div> <div> Dukejr01: so, either of the mages have Seeker?</div> <div> Dukejr01: can the Druid ask the local critters what they saw?</div> <div> Docportal: Nope no seeker on my end.</div> <div> FinLongham: No seeker and I am a caretaker but no animal.</div> <div> Dukejr01: we could just wander in the woods until we stumble upon something... most likely a POed bear.</div> <div> Missiledine: "Well," Says Rolb. "We could try and find out exactly where everything happened and start from there."</div> <div> Dukejr01: sounds good.</div> <div> Docportal: I like it also</div> <div> FinLongham: I have nothing better</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay. anything happen while marching?</div> <div> Missiledine: Well, there are two alternatives to locating the scene of the crime. Go to Girvan and ask the Watch or Rangers. Or stop in the cottages</div> <div> along the way and ask the locals, they will probably have a fair idea of where it happened</div> <div> Dukejr01: locals</div> <div> Docportal: yes</div> <div> Missiledine: A couple miles on you see a man gathering firewood along the forest edge. He has a pony cart with him</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren walks over. "Hello. I am Corren." he takes out his beer skin nd takes a swallow. offers it to the man. "Talk a bit?"</div> <div> Missiledine: As you approach he takes out a loaded crossbow from under the cart seat and lays it at hand</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren holds his hands out to show no weapon.</div> <div> Dukejr01: he grins. Corren likes this guy already</div> <div> Missiledine: He nods to your introduction, then accepts the skin, seeming suprised that it hold beer</div> <div> Missiledine: "Aye, I'll stop and chat a bit."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren sits, nods. "My companions and I are on our way to Girvan. We heard about the kidnapping and all. Understand there is a fair reward. Heard of</div> <div> it?:</div> <div> Dukejr01: "</div> <div> Missiledine: He grunts, takes another pull and chuckles, "I've heard of it.... T'aint gonna be a lot left after all you sell swords get done with it tho."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren chuckles. "Aye. that's the way of it." he nods, waiting for the man to coninue.</div> <div> Missiledine: "Your the third group to ask me that question today... Must be twelve or thirteen reward seekers ahead of you." He takes another swig</div> <div> and passes it back. "They all have horses." He adds</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren takes a swig. "Aye. That's why they are ahead of us." He grins. "Ye know somethig that we can use?"</div> <div> Missiledine: He grins back, "Well now, for a farthing I'll tell you exactly what I told them."</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Fair enough" Corren hands him a farthing</div> <div> Dukejr01: "How much for telling me what they don't know"</div> <div> Dukejr01: ?</div> <div> Missiledine: He points up the road towards Girvan. "About three miles up there are some big boulders on both sides of the road, thats where the</div> <div> ambush took place." He laughs and looks thoughtful for a moment. "A Lunar and I'll pointl you to a place that brigands have been known to use."</div> <div> (Lunar = $20)</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren nods and hands him a lunar.</div> <div> Missiledine: "Just before ye reach them boulders, you'll cross a little brook. The Army put a bridge over it a couple years back. Follow that brook</div> <div> into the forest. Enentually you'll come to a couple hills that it meanders between. The second hill on the right side has an old copper mine in it. It's</div> <div> been shut down for maybe a century, but its become a hide out of sorts, or so they say."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren smiles. "Thanks. Any other little details that you'd like to sell?"</div> <div> Missiledine: "Hmmm, well I'll give ye this one fer free. They say that the missing boy's Pa and maybe twenty heavyily armed fighters arrived in</div> <div> Girvan yesterday."</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks thoughtful. "Aye. thats useful. "Thanks again. Good fortune to you." Corren offers him a last swig before rejoining his comrades.</div> <div> Missiledine: ok</div> <div> Dukejr01: already subtracted cash</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren relates what he learned.</div> <div> Missiledine: He takes a drink, says, "Mitra go with you." and goes back to work</div> <div> Dukejr01: I suggest checking out hte copper mine first.</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren returns mitra;'s blessing.</div> <div> Docportal: Ok lets go</div> <div> Dukejr01: lets head up to the brook. I don't know if there is any point in investigating hte ambush point. </div> <div> Missiledine: "hmm," Rolb looks thoughtful. "aye dunno ken about that... Maybe we should see what the old man is up to?"</div> <div> FinLongham: Yes lets make it to the doors</div> <div> Missiledine: doors?</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks thoughtful.</div> <div> Dukejr01: "Aye. there is that. See what he plans."</div> <div> Dukejr01: How far to the town?</div> <div> FinLongham: "I mean the mine."</div> <div> Missiledine: From the ambush point, which is 3 miles from here, another 6 or so</div> <div> Missiledine: ah</div> <div> Dukejr01: Its kinda late in the day too, i recken</div> <div> Missiledine: its after 2 or so</div> <div> FinLongham: I say we check the mine out then go to town</div> <div> Missiledine: getting dark around five now</div> <div> Dukejr01: hmmmm... I say twon,. if we have only three hours of daylight.</div> <div> Dukejr01: we won't rach the mine in daylight.</div> <div> Dukejr01: reach</div> <div> Missiledine: "It'll be dark before we get to the mine." Says Rolb</div> <div> Docportal: Good Point we don't want to be out in the open in the dark</div> <div> Dukejr01: check the ambush site like all the others. then go to town and check out the competition. and the father.</div> <div> Missiledine: "If we can even find it in the dark. Don't fancy blundering into brigand sentries either."</div> <div> Missiledine: <Getting late here too!></div> <div> FinLongham: "Ok town then."</div> <div> Dukejr01: to the ambush site.</div> <div> Dukejr01: make note of where the brook is.</div> <div> Missiledine: A few miles on you cross a bridge over a small brook</div> <div> Docportal: <Yet another good point!!!></div> <div> Dukejr01: okay. corern will check out the underside of the bridge quick</div> <div> Missiledine: Beyond that you come to a stretch of road dotted with a couple dozen large boulders, some as big as cottages, on each side of the</div> <div> road</div> <div> Missiledine: nothing there</div> <div> Dukejr01: k</div> <div> Missiledine: built of timber and stone</div> <div> Dukejr01: well, corren takes the right. he quarters the area. looks behind coulders and tries to find tracks.. <yeah right!></div> <div> Dukejr01: coulders = boulders.</div> <div> Missiledine: <Told you that you need typing practice!></div> <div> Dukejr01: <ONE typo and all I get is shit></div> <div> Missiledine: There is no one lurking around the boulders at the moment</div> <div> Docportal: <lol></div> <div> Missiledine: <ONE? ONE? HAH!></div> <div> Dukejr01: spend about an hour shecking it out.</div> <div> Dukejr01: <hee hee></div> <div> Missiledine: shecking?</div> <div> Dukejr01: you realize that I am going to put one typo in every post now></div> <div> Missiledine: <Tell me something new!></div> <div> Dukejr01: checking. sheeesh</div> <div> Docportal: I also help check things out trying to speed things up.</div> <div> Missiledine: The ground all around the area has been much trampled by many, many horses... </div> <div> Docportal: I don't think we will find anything let go on to the town.</div> <div> Dukejr01: <there is the unlikely chance that the 100 or more people who have been here before missed the broken knife handle ingraved with initials... ></div> <div> Missiledine: You notice that Rolb is riding in ever widening circles outwatds, away from the area of the battle</div> <div> Dukejr01: corren follows suit. looking AWAY from the ambush site</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren check trees too</div> <div> FinLongham: I also follow suit.</div> <div> Missiledine: He eventually jumps the horse over a fieldstone wall and rides up to a tree in the field</div> <div> Docportal: I got them</div> <div> Docportal: I go check the tree line.</div> <div> Missiledine: He dismounts and is studying something on the tree</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren wanders over</div> <div> FinLongham: I wander over and use my naturalist skill.</div> <div> Missiledine: The tree is a good two hundred and fifty feet from the road. Rolb is holding an arrow that he has pulled from the trunk. Standing with</div> <div> his back against the trunk he is peering back at the boulders, trying to determine its point of origin</div> <div> Missiledine: The tree is a sycamore</div> <div> Dukejr01: <lol></div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren will play archer. he will go where Rolb directs and try to determine best shot</div> <div> Missiledine: "The archer was probably up on top of one of them big bpoulders there." Rolb points</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks to see if it can be climbed</div> <div> Missiledine: With a bit of effort</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren climbs</div> <div> Missiledine: nothing up here to see</div> <div> Dukejr01: good angle on the tree?</div> <div> Dukejr01: what else can be seen from the bolder, was it an overshot or was is shot AWAY from the road?</div> <div> Missiledine: yep, and on the road in general. Big enough to lie flat on too</div> <div> Missiledine: hard to tell</div> <div> Dukejr01: corren lies flat. tries to get into the ambushers head. does lying flat give total cover.</div> <div> Missiledine: seems a bit far for an overshot tho...</div> <div> Dukejr01: that is what I was thinking</div> <div> Missiledine: from the road, yes</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks aroundthe base of the boulder from the top. any place where someone jumped down?</div> <div> Missiledine: maybe, on the road side. But its too trampled for anything else</div> <div> FinLongham: I will look away from the tree in the same line as the arrow.</div> <div> Dukejr01: okay. corren gets down then carefully checks the ground between the sycamore and the boulder.</div> <div> Missiledine: ok</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren is thinking someone was trying to run and the archer shot at him from the boulder.</div> <div> Missiledine: the line of the arrow looks to the boulder that Corren is crawling around on</div> <div> FinLongham: Then I will take a look at the other side of tree and will follow the line away from the boulder and the tree.</div> <div> Missiledine: it goes out into the fields</div> <div> Dukejr01: anythign on the ground?</div> <div> Missiledine: By the boulder? No</div> <div> FinLongham: Is tehr anything on the ground out where I am?</div> <div> Dukejr01: corren is checking hte ground between the boulder and the tree, looking for anything that may have been dropped etc. Corren is presuming the arrow</div> <div> was shot at someone OFF the road in line withte tree</div> <div> Missiledine: Nothing you wouldn't expect to find in a field that has been used as a pasture all summer</div> <div> FinLongham: any human tracks?</div> <div> Dukejr01: so. corren pases on a zig zag route. from boulder to tree.</div> <div> Dukejr01: paces.</div> <div> Missiledine: <Okay guys... I want to wrap this up soon></div> <div> Missiledine: No, no tracks that you can see</div> <div> Missiledine: Corren finds nothing</div> <div> Dukejr01: k.</div> <div> Dukejr01: to Town!</div> <div> FinLongham: ok then I say we go to the Town</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren looks at he arrow on the way to town.</div> <div> Docportal: To town</div> <div> Missiledine: To town</div> <div> Dukejr01: shortbow? long?</div> <div> Docportal: color? house name?</div> <div> Missiledine: Common combat grade arrow with metal tip, longbow. (A lot of peasants use stone for hunting, its cheaper)</div> <div> Dukejr01: k.</div> <div> Missiledine: What?</div> <div> Dukejr01: <House Atriedes></div> <div> Docportal: Code of arms, or house colors.</div> <div> Missiledine: no</div> <div> Dukejr01: Corren is anzious for more beer.</div> <div> Missiledine: lol</div> <div> Dukejr01: z = x</div> <div> Docportal: Are we to town yet?</div> <div> Missiledine: You arrive at Girvan with duskj.</div> <div> Dukejr01: hey. supplies might run out. 20 troops. and three other parties. plus Rangers. whew.</div> <div> Dukejr01: The Inn full up?</div> <div> Missiledine: The gates are still open and you are able, just, to find an inn with a couple rooms available</div> <div> Dukejr01: I hope they are clean</div> <div> Docportal: We take the rooms and that is a wrap.</div> <div> Missiledine: They were before you moved in</div> <div> Missiledine: yep</div> <div> Dukejr01: funny</div> <div> Missiledine: Thank you gents, same time next week</div> <div> Dukejr01: nite</div> <div> FinLongham: Yes funny</div> <div> FinLongham: You bet</div> <div> Docportal: Of course</div> <div> Dukejr01 has left the room.</div> <div> Missiledine: okay then, good night</div> <div> Docportal: night</div> </td> </tr></table></body>