Game Thread Dagongaard - Page 2

Pryde · #16 08-12-2011, 09:29 AM

Tsen's mind was wandering as he looked around the keep. The stories he had been told were of a ruined, desolate place; this seemed to be bustling with activity with people constantly going from Here to There and back again. He said nothing further, but kept the presence of mind to keep up with the group.

Anon315 · #17 08-13-2011, 06:31 AM

"I will join no guard and I will swear no allegiances. I am here because I was promised a bounty paid upon heads and those I shall provide for their counterpart in the agreement. By that agreement, if I am considered to be employed for purposes of your rules, so be it, but I am here of my own will and none others, that much must be understood. Further discussion will be made with Lord Drell or his second, to whom I am hoping you are leading us." Upon hearing that they will be waiting at Bravol's until the appointed time, Lord Orlais adds "That is well enough, I could do with a drink."

Kenneth seemed to have little respect for those without station. Or perhaps he was just rude. Or a jerk. Any of these were possibilities in their own right and the truth of the matter was anyone's guess. The truth in fact was that playing tricks on people, toying with emotions and riling them up was a game. Whosoever cracked first, be it an apology from Kenneth or an outburst (or often attack) from his target, they would be the loser. Kenneth rarely lost, and in those rare occasions where he did it was often a woman of some fair persuasion and soft feature that forced his lips to betray him.

For the time, he followed the young soldiers with the tap-tap of his cane's metal tip marking each step (assuming cobbled streets, or even any spare stones to find; he's making noise on purpose). He hasn't acknowledged any of the others, but nor has he gone out of his way to ignore them.

GLM · #18 08-13-2011, 12:50 PM

"Bravol's will do nicely then." the lizard adds, walking along with the group. This was certainly going to be different; no cities, actual monsters and creatures out there, just beyond view. "So, what do you think Lord Drell will have us do?" he asks the younger soldiers leading them along. His curiosity was starting to get the better of him.

Solomon777 · #19 08-13-2011, 01:11 PM

The two younger soldiers led the mixed group through the keep. What was most prevalent to all was the amount of construction being done. All about, there were several folk of the working class, which could attest to the speed the keep had been renewed.

A younger soldier with a slight ‘peach-fuzz’ beard turned to the lizardman and looked S’slagh over before saying. “I know the Lord requires the Caves of Chaos to be cleared of the foul creatures that reside there, but the true threat is the bandits that live in the forests of the hills. This fellow, their leader, seems to have a growing force and many of the supply caravans that arrive at the keep have been robbed dry by this bastard and his men.”

Pointing to Tsen, “The goblin will be an interesting inclusion, there is a band of goblins about, but what trouble they are is questionable.”

The guards lead you through the whole of the outer-courtyard of the keep. The central tower of the keep appears to be behind a wall and gate enclosure. You pass the stables, and smithy. As well as the barracks housing the moderately sized garrison Lord Drell has to defend the keep. You also pass a dwelling marked ‘Guild House’ where a figure sits at a desk just inside, he takes notice of the group and watches them until he can’t see them any further. Strolling through the streets the group comes upon a robed priest, a human in his late twenties. Around him are several of the keep’s children, he has handed out spun candy for them. He looks up to find the group and smiles, “Morning Dertek. You come with new settlers?”

The ‘peach-fuzzed’ guard smiles back, “Afraid not Havelove, these are the adventurers that answerd Lord Drell’s call.” He turns to the group, “This is Havelove, he’s a Priest of Majere.”

Havelove nods cordially to the group. “At your service.”

OOC Will post-on in a few, just pausing for any RP issues.

Pryde · #20 08-13-2011, 06:30 PM

Tsen couldn't tear his gaze away from the Priest of Majere. Finally, he mustered the nerve to approach Havelove, taking short, reverent strides.
"My name is Tsen Xin," the goblin says softly as all the stories of his Black Robed mentor came flooding back.
"I had no idea Archmage Raistlin even had priests serving him! Have you met him? Is he truly as evil as the stories say? What's he like?" The words come out as an over-excited rush--very much as his adoptive parents got when they became excited over a new visitor in town or a mouse caught in the pantry.

Chasme · #21 08-15-2011, 02:27 PM

Lafayette gives the priest a court nod in return. "Pleasure to meet your aquaintance , Sir Havelove. I am Lafayette Borgaux." Ones again he was glad he had put some protective wards up. Who knew? Meeting this "Havelove" could very well be a sensory test. Lafayette gave the man a gentle smile, in his eyes he was hardly a few years older then the bright-faced children he was handing candy. So hopefully he wouldn't pry on Lafayette's history.

GLM · #22 08-15-2011, 06:41 PM

"Yes, pleasure to meet you, Priest Havelove." Adds S'Slagh with a nod. "I am S'Slagh, and this is Red. I was just asking these two men what the dangers are out here that require our help. It seems that there are three threats. Which is of the greatest concern to you?" S'Slagh waits for an answer, and in a human like, way rubs at the scales on his chin with the edge of a claw.

Solomon777 · #23 08-16-2011, 08:04 PM

Havelove rustles the hair of the last of the children he hands candy too and looks over everyone as they speak. He regards the bluish goblin with wide eyes, “By the Wishmaster, my friend, you seem to believe in something that has not reached my ears. However, I can assure you if you are in need of the more mundane clerical matters my apprentices will handle all that you require. “ Havelove skirts Tsen true topic and his eyes travel to Lafayette and then S’slagh. “By far and large the worst of the threats here seem to be the flighty imagination of our good Lord Drell.” His eyes slide over to the two young escorts that are with the motley group.

The ‘peach-fuzzed’ guard snickers, “Yeah, that may be true. We’ve seen things, but nothing really dreadful has happened. “

The other guard purses his lips and looks away, he mentions aloud, “Bravol’s is this way adventurers; the Tipsy Mermaid is right next door. “

Chasme · #24 08-17-2011, 06:39 AM

Lafayette

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considered the priests words for a second. His words had come sudden and without provocation from any present. It was obvious that he did not approve of the Lord's methods, nor for the decision that the word had been send to any nearby adventurers. Which Lafayette considered plenty of reason to be sure not to misplace his trust in Havelove. The man did not betray anything by scent, if it would be the case he'd have felt his shackles rise instantly at the moment they had come across one another, but his instincts had been wrong in cases like these before. He'd be sure to remark it to Lord Drell ones he found himself in the Keep Lord's presence. After all, a Lord should know which subordinates he's able to trust.

Anon315 · #25 08-18-2011, 10:20 PM

"And we are to wait in Bravol's when there is such a colorful establishment adjacent?" Kenneth chides, scornful glances at each guard in turn show only disdain for the men. "Honestly, you make terrible tour guides I do hope you aren't expecting gratuity." Once they near the establishment in question, he rushes past and inside that he might begin acquiring beverages of an intoxicating nature. He would be damned if he was going to have to meet with a Lord with a sober mind. Then again, he'd be damned regardless.

Chasme · #26 08-19-2011, 05:27 AM

A smile played across Lafayette's face at the pirates comments; or at least he came over to be a pirate. Although it played on his sense of humor. The man was getting slightly on his nerves. He wasn't making it particularly easy getting a foot in the door. If anything he was starting to hope they'd kick him out for his rudeness. As simple as these guards might be; risking their lives for as little as their weekly pay. It didn't benefit anyone to make a mock of them. He'd get his throat cut in his sleep, if he wouldn't mind his hissing tongue. After all, there were plenty of ruffians in the guard these days. None-the-less he decided to stay out of it, no reason to start argument quite yet. As soon as they'd been accepted for the job. They'd be out on their own, and then the time for diplomacy would be over, and only strength-in-arms would count and by the look of things. This "Lord Orlais" seemed mighty capable of handling his business.

With that in mind Lafayette followed the guard to the place where Bravol resided. Chances were the "Tipsy Mermaid" would serve him no more then for a drink and a bed to sleep. As it was he had better things to worry about. More-so then worrying how he would be passing the night. He would rather gather as much information as possible, before the day would come that they'd descent into the darkness of the hills.

Solomon777 · #27 08-20-2011, 10:37 AM

Havelove eyes Lafayette for a moment then he smiles saying, "I should be off, I have an important errand to attend to at the Guild House." A curt nod, "Until next time, friends." With that he walks quickly toward the location of the Labor Guild House.

The two guards share a glance at one another before just pointing the way to Bravol’s and walking off. They both shake their heads and mumble to themselves over the offense from the human spellslinger and adventurers in general, but for fear of Lord Drell’s tight-ship order on the Keep, they say and take no action.

Inside Bravol’s they find an old human male sitting alone at what looks to be short cabinet for meeting folks, and three tables with four chairs a piece. There is no one in Bravol’s accept for the old man who must be Bravol. His visage gives off a ‘grumpy’ notion, as his brow is shaped into a frown. As he sees the various races enter his establishment a slight sneer plays at his lips. Hastily he pushes an open ledge forward for the guests to access. “Yeh’ stayin’ thah’ night? One gold per night an’ yah’ get a drink on thah’ house o’er at thah’ Tipsy. “

Anon315 · #28 08-20-2011, 07:01 PM

"Very well, 'tis a pittance regardless, but I would ask if the accommodations will be paid for once Lord Drell hires me to rid your poor keep of its living problems. Or unliving ones, should that spectre raise its ugly head again." While he boasts, and certainly doesn't look the part of a vanquisher of foes, he speaks with the tone of one who has in fact faced both living and unliving foes. The fact he's standing here might imply that he survived, but to have taken on such hazards and be standing here alone he is either a vastly powerful being or a truly ruthless one. It is worth noting he arrived alone, but then again so did most people not in the military proper.

"But as to the rooms, what are the state of your lodgings? Do you have private rooms, or are we expected to bunk like the other military folk? I would be willing to enhance my payments were the lodgings sufficiently nice."

R34p3r023 · #29 08-22-2011, 02:16 PM

a young frail looking human girl in very expensive garb hesitantly walks into the room several minutes after the group. "Is this were one applies for the adventurer position?" she quietly asks the rag tag group she runs into.

Anon315 · #30 08-22-2011, 06:30 PM

"Why yes, it is! Do you come representing an interested party?" He says, completely serious. Evidently he wasn't aware that frail young girls are always super-powerful entities, their bodies weakened by channeling phenomenal cosmic and arcane powers. "Or were you perhaps looking for a strapping gentleman such as myself with whom to wile away the eve?"