Game Thread Chapter 1: Under the Il'Idril Well - Page 2

Magnai · #16 08-19-2010, 09:46 PM

Quiivern looks at Sherry and smiles. We will certainly try.

Quiivern tilts his head sideways. Why can't you get scale mail for me? I've got the gold.

Quiivern shrugs. Do we have a plan of approach or are we going to just wander in and get killed?

fred · #17 08-19-2010, 09:49 PM

Tim begins serving equal quantaties of food to everyone, dishing out the food. And shortly there after begins eating, he also pours himself some water from one of the pitchers Raiiel had filled. such a useful spell, he thought.

ChordataXVII · #18 08-19-2010, 10:01 PM

Raiiel nodded solwly wth a smile on her face as she took her plate of food. She didn't want to answer Quiivern's question, however he deserved and answer. We are animals, and the natural order of an animal is to fight with skin, bone, and their own keen instincts to keep them from harm. As animals we should not don the riches of the earth as a means of defence...and to do so, is a dishonour to the natural order of the world. If I assist you in protecting yourself in that way, it would bring me great dishonour. she sighed as she ate a mouthfull of food, hoping to avoid a fight about the subject. As for a plan, if we go to here we knew that monster was Sigil can pick up his scent and lead us right to it.

Magnai · #19 08-19-2010, 10:08 PM

Quiivern nods in understanding. I will never force you to dishonor yourself. Consider the issue resolved.

Quiivern happily takes the food and eats in his lap. He cares not for custom or niceties. He's hungry, so he ensures that all the food goes in his mouth. That's it. To an observer, it's even unclear if he's actually using the silverware or just shoveling into his mouth.

Continuing between bites, Sigil smells 'em out. We follow. Range before axes, axes before range or mixed?

fred · #20 08-19-2010, 10:14 PM

"I myself make a wonderful scout in dark places, I should be able to go ahead slightly and make sure we don't run into anything nasty. Shori also makes a wonderful pre-emptive strike when my hand holds his string. Other than that, we simply go in, find the problem and eliminate it, we do not know the layout of the well nor the locations of its dangers so nothing else is particularly relevant." Tim says, he than finishes the last of his eggs and throws his last strip of bacon to Sigil for him to eat. Tim begins to gather the plates of those who finished their breakfast and drops them on the bar, figuring Sherry or Edea would do the rest. He grabs his pack and slings in on. He faces Raiiel "You ready for that shopping trip?"

Magnai · #21 08-19-2010, 10:19 PM

Quiivern nods. Tim and Sigil scout. The others follow. I say keep to the walls and shadows. Keep in pairs. Quiivern places his hand on his beard and strokes. He finds a piece of food score . Then he remembers that he was talking. We need pairs.... Me with the humans. Orc with the first elf. That acceptable?

ChordataXVII · #22 08-19-2010, 10:21 PM

Raiiel smiled inwardly, a warrior with a respect for bersonal beliefs, even ones they didnt' quite understand. I imagine that we'll have to play it by ear. If we're lucky we'll see it first and we can lay into it with ranged weaponry before it gets too close, then you guys who are actually good at close range can fight from there...I'll try to help, but firing arrows after cloese quarters combat begins is a good way to get allies hurt, I'll heal some...but I only have one healing spell prepared She finished off another section of her plate, happy to have a meal she didn't prepare herself. With Quiivern's battle plan she looked over to the half ork, a hand reaching out to feel this muscle for a good moment, looking him over as though he were an animal. Allright, I don't mind that formation....This dwarven urgosh you spoke of, it's a good piece for fighting wild creatures? she finished off her plate and stood, sliding the plate back to Quiivern, setting a gold coin down on the table to take care of her debt. I am ready when you are. with a quick look down to Sigil who was apparently done with his water she motioned for him to follow.

Magnai · #23 08-19-2010, 10:28 PM

Quiivern looks concerned. The elf makes good points but seems inexperienced. Playing by ear gets you and your friends killed. We can give you the big human. Dwarves together plus the small human. Orc, elf and big human. Then we have scouts. Now your group has healing and range. Settled?

Quiivern pauses. The urgosh is a large weapon good for crushing small creatures. Like the scale mail, it's not necessary. We should just go in cautiously. Why do we need the shopping anyway? Are we not ready?

ChordataXVII · #24 08-19-2010, 10:47 PM

I wasn't suggesting we improvise she let him know I was only saying that since I don't know the nature of our enemy we'll be facing, the chances of forming a foolproof strategy are low. I'm a marksman, so I'd prefer to catch whatever it is at a distance, Azog over there is a wall of murder, so he'd like to get right in their face and hammer them until dead. I don't know the territory, the enemy capabilities, the enemy's numbers or even it's motive. Planning combat scenarios about something that vague...I wouldn't know where to begin.

Chekken · #25 08-19-2010, 11:57 PM

Sherry returns with more food, her father not far behind her. She stopped when she saw how full the table was already. "Oh...the table's already full? Never mind, then. Daddy?"

"Yeh, sweets?" Edea was carrying a human-sized pot of oatmeal, which he was balancing precariously in his outstretched hands. Sherry nudge it back into balance with her shoulder.

"We should save this for the other customers. Better yet, we could just eat this ourselves." Sherry goes upstairs to store the food she was carrying and prepare for the morning rush. Before leaving, she gives Quiivern a wet smooch on the cheek and whispers I love you in his ear.

"Ah. Alrigh' then, sounds like a plan!" Edea drops the huge pot onto the table and sits down beside Quiivern. He gives him a playful nudge and whispers into his ear. "I hear' ye las' night, son. Bet'er keep it down nex' time, eh?" Edea starts a slow chuckle as he dishes out some oatmeal and gives Quiivern a sly wink. The table has suddenly become quiet. "Why'd ye stop talkin'? Go on, go on. I don' care much fer wha'ev'r yer plannin', so long as it ain' illegal an' it ain' too loud. I've go' meself a terrible hangov'r. Scotch is the devil's drink, it is." Edea rubs his balding head with one finger, scrunching his face.

Magnai · #26 08-20-2010, 12:12 AM

Quiivern allows Sherry's affection but does little to encourage or discourage her touches. He asks her: Can we get some of that for the road?

Quiivern nods again to Raiiel. He likes speaking plainly. Sounds good. You keep your group on one side and my group takes the other. It's a cave so we won't be separated by much, but walking down the middle just seems stupid and asking to get killed.

Quiivern turns his head and smiles at Edea. It's hard to keep it down with a daughter like yours. Oh, and that's a compliment to the scotch: the devil definately knows how to drink. Quiivern winks. Thanks for your help. Hopefully we'll be back tonight.

He quickly gets up and walks over to the door. Speaking to Raiiel and the rest of the party. Let's go. Why do we need to shop? We should skip it. We need to get to the well and tread carefully. Who knows what will happen if we're caught in there after dark...

By the way. You want the left or right side of the cavern?

Quiivern goes to the door and opens it a crack, letting the sun pour in.

Quiivern is now standing by the door looking like he has a purpose. He's passively holding his greataxe in his right hand, letting it find it's own center of gravity. It is so large that it almost hits the floor near his feet. Quiivern's broad shoulders and arms look gigantic in this light. Except for the metal of his axe that shimmers in the sunlight, Quiivern looks like a creature of the wilderness. His hair and beard are mangled. It's a wonder he doesn't have dirt all over his face and body. You can see the dirt and stains encrusted on his hide armour. The armour shows the signs of age. Quiivern has clearly not tended to his appearance in a very long time.

Now he has a glint in his eye. He has purpose. He will throw his strength behind the cause and earn his name back.

Frodiddly · #27 08-20-2010, 02:01 AM

Azog does not contribute to the planning of tactics for the oncoming battle. Having spent his entire life alone, he had no idea how to operate in a group. But he cared little for the creating of strategy any how. Let them figure it out. All Azog needed was something to smash his axe into. He continued to tear into his food in the meantime. Oatmeal was... Well, it was what they gave him. He'd dig into some salted pork from his pack later. Breakfast was hardly breakfast without the flesh of something dead. Or alive... Azog thought to himself, with a smile.

As they prepared to leave, Azog eyed Quiivern, who was messing with his axe. He continued to be wary, and saw no need to go waving his own axe about just yet. He kept it in it's sheath on his back. He rubbed his wrist, where his chicken bone remained. It also seemed that the Elves still wanted to go shopping. For once, Azog found himself agreeing with the Dwarf. "There will be time for shopping later, when we actually have money to spend. Let's just get on with it for now," he growled. He wanted to kill something. It wasn't anything particularly malevolent, just a feral need.

Chekken · #28 08-20-2010, 02:08 AM

Sherry nods at Quiivern's request. "Of course, of course. Take as much as you'd like: we overstocked ourselves on food a couple of weeks ago. More for everyone, then, I suppose." She smiles, gives Quiivern another smooch and heads off to pack up some food.

Edea's face shines pride from every orifice when Quiivern mentions his daughter. He adjusts his tiny spectacles and gently pats Quiivern on the back. Edea politely gives him a chance to finish his conversation with the others, and let Azog speak, before speaking. "Sherry's qui' the catch, son. Don't let 'er go. Don't make th' mistake o' lettin' her go like so many men have before ye. She loves ye. Besides, if ye ran off like tha' aft'r deflowerin' me daught'r, I'd shoot ye where ye stan'. Ah hahahaha!" Edea laughs and quickly shovels some oatmeal in his mouth. He chews with his mouth closed, and then adds milk and cinnamon to the oatmeal on his plate to give it flavour.

Magnai · #29 08-20-2010, 02:15 AM

Quiivern looks at Edea in shock. Deflowering? Umm... she can't do all those things that happened last night if she hadn't had some experience before. Lots of experience. Quiivern hesistates. Of course. Of course. I wouldn't think twice of it.

Also... Wow. I really took one for the team.

Chekken · #30 08-20-2010, 02:25 AM

Edea smiles widely. "I trust ye, Quiivern. Yer a good guy. A real good guy. And Sherry, she's a good 'gal...very innocen'. An' I sure hope that you two peeps are gonna get married 'er have kids 'er somethin' sometime soon, because ye two...yer so nice teh each oth'r. I' was a pleasure teh give me daught'r to such a gentl'men, an' if ye say yer gonna stay with 'er, then I believe ye. From one man t'anoth'r, I believe ye."