Post by Rainbow Rage on Oct 31, 2006 0:40:44 GMT -5
Good enough.
BTW - Purchase rations and cold weather outfit or fur clothing OOC by just subtracting the cost off of your current gold and adding it to your equipment, I'd assume your characters would do so and don't feel like taking time to do so as well. The cold weather outfit required has an armor check penalty of -1 and costs double the standard cost of one.
The still, predawn air shakes any remnants of sleep from your mind. The white glow of snow on the ground nearly eliminates the need for torches in the courtyard. Assembled there are rows upon rows of heavily packed sleds. The dogs can sense the excitement in the air. They jump against their leads, whining and yipping. You notice a group of expensively attired people talking to one of the drivers. They must be part of the Lenox family come to see Alfred off. The driver notices your arrival and after final good-byes with his family comes your way.
"Greetins! Lovely morning isn't it? The friggin' realm of wind and ice this is, and be damned if I see the day it falls inta enemy hands. You'll likely prevent that though. We've got almost three dozen sleds, and over half of it is weapons and armor.
Lenox's equipment is pretty basic, he wears a suit of chainmail under what looks to be a heavy outfit of fur and hide, his gloves making his hands look the size of bears. A gemmed shortsword is at his belt. He is a handsome man, probably in his early thirties. He has short, dark hair and striking blue eyes. He is clean-shaven and vibrant, and everyone around him seems to be almost inspired by his presence. He smiles revealing his glimmering teeth, white enough to match the snow.
"Great morning. Ah, yes... this is my dearest friend Duncan Ross. He's by far the best guide Caloria has to offer. The best sense of direction, with or without a map, and he could... and has, survived a month alone in the wilderness. Right, Duncan?"
Duncan nods apathetically. He is a tall man with a broad chest and rough features. He has long red hair and a long red bushy beard. His unkempt appearance makes him seem savage, but his eyes seem to have the slightest hint of serenity. Duncan's clothing consists of studded furs and hides and a massive pelt from what would probably be a grizzly bear. He holds a battleaxe in his hand, has a dagger at his belt, and you see a wooden kite shield across his back.
He nods to all of you, "Nice ta 'ave ye 'ere." He walks off.
Lenox leaps forward onto a large stone and shouts loudly:
"Gentlemen... and lady, the task we are about to undertake is not an easy one, as things worthwhile rarely are. But this cargo is needed in the south, by our country-men fighting the war against the Coalition. Caloria is under attack this day, making all of us soldiers. Though we may not be fighting on the field against invaders from Feldlyn or Vilnar, we fight just as surely on behalf of the Crown. Let us take our northern steel to our cousins in the south so they can keep Caloria free!"
He leaps down, the cries of enthusiasm probably waking anyone within a half a mile of the courtyard. He picks up his snow-covered purse and turns to you, his face a countenance of glee and exhilaration. "Well then, shall we be off?"
OOC: Ready?
BTW - Purchase rations and cold weather outfit or fur clothing OOC by just subtracting the cost off of your current gold and adding it to your equipment, I'd assume your characters would do so and don't feel like taking time to do so as well. The cold weather outfit required has an armor check penalty of -1 and costs double the standard cost of one.
The still, predawn air shakes any remnants of sleep from your mind. The white glow of snow on the ground nearly eliminates the need for torches in the courtyard. Assembled there are rows upon rows of heavily packed sleds. The dogs can sense the excitement in the air. They jump against their leads, whining and yipping. You notice a group of expensively attired people talking to one of the drivers. They must be part of the Lenox family come to see Alfred off. The driver notices your arrival and after final good-byes with his family comes your way.
"Greetins! Lovely morning isn't it? The friggin' realm of wind and ice this is, and be damned if I see the day it falls inta enemy hands. You'll likely prevent that though. We've got almost three dozen sleds, and over half of it is weapons and armor.
Lenox's equipment is pretty basic, he wears a suit of chainmail under what looks to be a heavy outfit of fur and hide, his gloves making his hands look the size of bears. A gemmed shortsword is at his belt. He is a handsome man, probably in his early thirties. He has short, dark hair and striking blue eyes. He is clean-shaven and vibrant, and everyone around him seems to be almost inspired by his presence. He smiles revealing his glimmering teeth, white enough to match the snow.
"Great morning. Ah, yes... this is my dearest friend Duncan Ross. He's by far the best guide Caloria has to offer. The best sense of direction, with or without a map, and he could... and has, survived a month alone in the wilderness. Right, Duncan?"
Duncan nods apathetically. He is a tall man with a broad chest and rough features. He has long red hair and a long red bushy beard. His unkempt appearance makes him seem savage, but his eyes seem to have the slightest hint of serenity. Duncan's clothing consists of studded furs and hides and a massive pelt from what would probably be a grizzly bear. He holds a battleaxe in his hand, has a dagger at his belt, and you see a wooden kite shield across his back.
He nods to all of you, "Nice ta 'ave ye 'ere." He walks off.
Lenox leaps forward onto a large stone and shouts loudly:
"Gentlemen... and lady, the task we are about to undertake is not an easy one, as things worthwhile rarely are. But this cargo is needed in the south, by our country-men fighting the war against the Coalition. Caloria is under attack this day, making all of us soldiers. Though we may not be fighting on the field against invaders from Feldlyn or Vilnar, we fight just as surely on behalf of the Crown. Let us take our northern steel to our cousins in the south so they can keep Caloria free!"
He leaps down, the cries of enthusiasm probably waking anyone within a half a mile of the courtyard. He picks up his snow-covered purse and turns to you, his face a countenance of glee and exhilaration. "Well then, shall we be off?"
OOC: Ready?