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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 10, 2008 17:33:28 GMT -5
Nich --
The innkeeper grins, "Well then. If you need to know, Yani, the elf, is headed to Crestvale to deliver a message. If you intercept him, you could be quite wealthy. Yani is also in league with Destian of the Temple of Alton. Dane means well, but I'm sure he's off. The hobgoblins don't seem ... so ... clean. It's always been very obvious when they've attacked... unless... they have a new leader...
In either case, I've not seen a Tiefling in half a decade. Dane had him hanged after he was caught in the act of burglary.
Hmm... come to think of it... The lorekeeper Rebekka abandoned her post as librarian, recently. After hearing of the attacks. I wonder where she ran off to. She's been a loyal resident for at least two decades now."
He stands and nods at the incoming man. "Well met! Can I do anything for ya?" (indicating Faustus)
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 10, 2008 21:28:46 GMT -5
look around before saying yes i would like your views on the hobgoblins.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 10, 2008 23:04:15 GMT -5
"Oh... them. Well, who sent you?" He seems a bit curious, but looks upset at the question. "I do not intend to fall prey to a trap."
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Post by Madscotsman on Jun 10, 2008 23:18:19 GMT -5
The word 'trap' jumping out to his keen warrior's senses, Beleg surreptitiously brings his shield around alongside him and loosens his axe, while still trying to seem oblivious as much as possible. He focuses his awareness on the conversation, now very interested in the exchange taking place, as he feels it might pertain to his reason for entering the temple as well. He shifts his weight in the pew, ready to bound off of it and dash forward to the defense of the Cleric should the other human make a threatening gesture.
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 10, 2008 23:33:12 GMT -5
no one sent me my good man. I am just here to see way you think the hobgoblins are innocent before i do what i do so well.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 11, 2008 6:03:58 GMT -5
The priest nods, "The hobgoblins have been garrulous and belligerent in past times, and some have spilt human blood. The hobgoblin's of Zeg are being hunted like dogs when they now are innocent. Captain Dane has gone mad! He will not come to reason and he has asked for the beheading of my closest ally. Yani Swiftwind has always given half his share of hunting to those in need of it, and sold the rest of it off, donating anything extra to help maintain this church! So, when he takes one step out of line to state that the hobgoblins are innocent, Dane orders him dead. He believes through his wild behavior, while he admittedly is not as civilized as us, his behavior will spread and bring anarchy. He is, however, an elf afterall. I doubt even a hundred of the humans of Kellryia would be too keen on following the lifestyle of one, not discouraging it, merely pointing out that it won't be done. Dane does not think... he does. Now, he has ordered the destruction of all of the soldiers defending the village Zeg, as well as torching it to the ground. He has gone too far! He has guards watching me, likely at this very moment. I've sent Yani away, to get help from our sovereign... I hope he arrives in time."
Noting the dwarves uneasiness he nods at him, "Be at ease. We're on holy ground. Not even Dane would risk any of his men to desecrate this sanctum with blood."
OOC: Yo, Wilson. Here's how we usually do text:
OOC text is proceded with an OOC:
IC text is normal, nothing special.
Quotations whenever you are speaking, italics whenever you are thinking word for word, example:
OOC: Perception check to find traps, before the rest of us pass.
I stand there and wait for the orcs to round the corner.
Damn them! Next time, that kobold won't steal my pants.
I approach the armored man, "Good day, sir! I see you wear the Mark of the Falling Sun. For that, you must die!"
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Post by Madscotsman on Jun 11, 2008 9:32:13 GMT -5
OOC: Please insert Kobold Trouser Thieves every so often from now on.
Beleg rises and nods to Alton's servant.
"Very well. From what I hear ye sayin, Dane seems laike a bet of a fuel, so I couldna be sure. De ye haeve any idea when the pointy ear'll be gettin back? Seems teh me tha thaere are alreeady enough brawny folk here to take a touwn if they be wantin, so sombody'd better act soon, whether et's ye're Keng or no. Has anyone knocked some sense inteh Dane's theck head weth Steel?"
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 11, 2008 10:13:54 GMT -5
ooc: italics for thinking, o.k. will use when i do so.
Turn to the dwarf and say, "maybe you and me should have a talk with Dane." with a small grin. "anyway when did Yani leave town?" looking at the priest.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 11, 2008 10:44:39 GMT -5
"Baroness," the priest corrected, "I doubt the King would listen to a simple plea as such, and have the time to deal with it before Dane takes action. The Baroness only governs her own city and six other villages, maybe seven. She will act much more swiftly and the ride is much shorter. Yani, I doubt, will be returning until he is given news that Dane has changed his mind about the hobgoblins, lifted the bounty, or no longer is captain. No one doubts Dane because the hobgoblins have done this before. Zeg has really only for ... a few decades, probably less, been at peace with Gothway. Chieftan Harrock reluctantly surrendered when the Baroness Catika seized the land. She offered them a treaty of peace rather than slavery or death. They took the offer."
The priest shakes his head with a sigh, "Dane was part of those battles. However, these hobgoblins are too busy warring with each other to ally, like we humans do. So we inevitably won. Dane still hates them to this day and believes Harrock is having his revenge on him. This isn't so, however. I am in full confidence that Harrock hasn't attacked a village since the treaty. They've spent most of the time rebuilding their cities."
"Yani has been gone maybe three days. I do not expect his return. Be warned, Dane is unreasonable. He can still lift his sword, but is not as skilled as he once was. Age has weakened him, like it has I. He will wield his power, rather than his sword against you should you anger him."
Actions: ALL
Sariel: You need to post.
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Post by Duskwalker on Jun 11, 2008 12:27:47 GMT -5
Nich will only greet the new patron with a nod and leans back in his chair letting his tail move along the floor as he patiently waits for his food and drink...
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 11, 2008 12:36:22 GMT -5
ooc: i will try not being lazy
Thank you priest. i will have a little chat with dane. head back yo dane
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Post by Madscotsman on Jun 11, 2008 13:37:20 GMT -5
Beleg follows the human, giving the priest a respectful nod on his way out.
"Ah'll see what Ah cn do for ye. Thank ye fer yer kaindness."
Placing his helmet once again on his head and wiggling it about to find a comfortable fit, the dwarf stomps off into the town after the businesslike Human, satisfied to have found someone who stood as little upon ceremony as himself. Upon seeing someone who looks like they could be Captain Dane, he addresses him gruffly.
"Oy! Dane! Ah've got somethin Ah'd laike teh descuss weth ye!"
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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Jun 11, 2008 15:04:28 GMT -5
[OOC]My cell phone number is posted. I keep it by my bed. You want me to post at a certain time, you call. That goes for anyone, not just Brett. You want to just chat, that works too. But don't just assume that I have the will/ energy/ time to check every thread on here every day. You try working long hours of bullshit factory work and see how many times you check your computer. By the way, I'm having a really bad time of it this summer in case you were wondering. Though I doubt you probably are/ were. 'Nuff said.[/OOC]
The frosty air seemed to swirl around her when she moved, like the vortex of thoughts amid her consciousness. Every step seemed heavier and heavier, getting caught in a metaphysical tangle of emotions and reasons that would turn the head of any philosopher. The cold didn't bother her, though the slight change from the regulated weather of the wild lands of her birth proved to be a difficult adjustment. Her inability to solve the current dilemma in her mind caused her passions to awaken again, and her mind slipped back to her memories of the twilight.
So, too, did her body.
Feeling refreshed, and further along the path to her destination, her steps were lighter, and her mind less burdened. The cold was less biting, and the problems of this world drifted to the back of her mind. With a newfound fleetness she sped towards her destination, stopping only to take a glance at a horse fleeing away from something.
Poor thing must've been given a scare by something.
Traveling onwards, she eventually reached the gates of Gothway. Completely ignoring the signs and instead looking around at the buildings and people, she contemplates a version of this town painted in brilliant hues and adorned with stunning architecture and smiling people. Letting the dream slip away for now, she smiles and walks along with a certain aloof disregard for the people around her. Preferring to let her image do the talking, she strides along and lets her inner sense of direction carry her to her destination. Glancing at the signs, her impulses got the best of her, and she slipped into the tavern, seemingly unnoticed behind another entering patron. Even if it is just practice, she still has fun playing around with the inattentive. Looking around the tavern, her careful eye spots a curious sight: a haggard old man with a barely visible floating disk behind him. A fairly easy target, she thought. If her fingers weren't quick enough to catch his wallet, perhaps her wits were enough to catch his attentions... and then his wallet. Amorality was her area of specialty, after all.
Being quick and purposeful, she sneaks behind the old man. Catching an eye of his book, she decides to play it safe and go the latter route: through his head. Hopping silently onto his disk and leaning in close to his ear, she speaks with a tone hinting of seduction.
"So, what brings you here, mage?"
[Description: An elvish-built female wearing light brown leather armor and a light-built black cloak carries a small black satchel on her back, slung over one shoulder. Visibly, she carries no weapons, although hidden on her person are two daggers. She carries two pouches on her belt, and her cloak is torn at the edges, as well as her large tunic (which is also cut down the middle like a jacket). She also has pieces of black cloth intertwined into her armor, although she usually keeps these stowed in her pack when not on a 'trip'. She usually wears a green headband holding back her pale golden hair, all resting above a fair face and amber-colored eyes.]
[Stealth checks where necessary, possibly a perception check to notice the book carried by the old guy]
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