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| Jester | January 17, 2011, 6:17 pm Post #26 |
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Dre'Sha cocked an eyebrow as he watched the elf from earlier come up to them. It would appear that he had acquainted himself with Orion and was apparently trying to insert himself into their travels. This was where complications set it. Dre'Sha was getting increasingly more on edge about this elf. In this day and age, someone so overly forthcoming was certainly a red flag, especially with the ordeal in question. He looked over the elf and then looked to Orion. Orion was still trying that ridiculous face when he wanted to try and persuade Dre'Sha of something. It never did work and usually ended up making him laugh but he shrugged and sighed. "If he wishes to travel the same road it is his own priority but the ordeal in question is a ordeal of state and is not in my power to bring him into it." He said. Further more, he didn't entirely trust him to be brought it as he had not even known him for a day and he seemed certainly eager to assert himself into the situation. He just sighed and again and waved Orion on. "Quickly would you, our time is limited." He said, then looking back at the elf. "and what of you? is your horse not tired from the journey here? We can not afford the liberty of the night's rest." He pointed out. |
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| Rii Dono | January 17, 2011, 9:19 pm Post #27 |
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The answer was good enough to satisfy Orion and he headed back to his room. There was no doubt in his mind that the elf was a wonderfully fantastic person (after all, EVERYONE was a really good person, unless they were evil. Neutral people were good people who just didn't know it yet. As for evil people, they, being evil, could not possibly act like they were good because evil people cannot contain their evilness. They could lie about it, but in the end, they'd prove their true nature through deeds...and if worse came to worst, he could always make an alignment check). If Dre'sha only allowed him to travel with them, he'd warm up to the idea of letting him join them in their business. It may have been a matter of state, but he doubted that their superiors would honestly mind if they brought along a friend. Weren't three hands better than two? The real question was why Dre'sha had to be so stuffy about who to trust. Obviously he didn't understand how totally clockwork evil people were. Oh, well. One day his friend would learn the true nature of evil. Orion took a bit of time to put on his breastplate but his other armor he gathered up with the rest of his things. He could put it on later, when they had a moment to breathe. ((...huh. I never realized how naive Orion could be ._. )) Edited by Rii Dono, January 21, 2011, 1:23 pm.
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| Drakedragon | January 20, 2011, 7:30 am Post #28 |
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((Apologies for the delay. Been busy.)) Kerith nodded and regarded the half-elf with a smile, not at all miffed or insulted by the insinuation that was veiled under his statement. It was an understandable precaution, after all. If the mission were important enough, making sure those involved were trustworthy was a serious problem. But he had agreed to allow him to come along, at least part of the way. Perhaps in that time he could help the suspicious one gain some semblance of trust towards him. At the half-elf's question about his mount, Kerith put a hand to his chin and said, "That is true. We had been long on the road, although we moved at a leisurely pace. Unfortunately, I did not meditate for any spells that could help in this situation. If it is necessary, I can get a new mount. Although it is a shame to part ways." He sighed and shook his head. "Perhaps Lirithal can be of use to someone here in town that has need of him." |
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| Jester | January 21, 2011, 4:14 pm Post #29 |
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Dre'Sha just shrugged. "Yeh might be able ta find someone ta buy it, but a riding horse and work horse are two different things." He pointed out. "Ye're welcome ta come along if you can, but we'll leave within the halfhour, so I'd be off quick about it if you wish to come." He said as he gave a nod and walked over to the tavern keep and looked to him and asked for two plates of what ever they had to eat. He was going to eat anyways before they left, because as it stood, he hadn't eat'n in several hours. The tavern owner after eying him up a bit told him it was 2 silver. He nodded and after fishing out and placing the amount on the counter he turned and headed back into the kitchen. Edward gave a harp nip at Dre'Sha's ear and and swatted at the bird. He adjusted his attention to the inn keeper as he returned with two bowl like plates of stew and a two chunks of bread. Dre'Sha took them and sat himself down at a table after a thankful nod to the owner. The second plate was for Orion, even and if he had eaten of late, then Dre'Sha'd finish it himself. It would give the cleric a bit of time decide what to do with his horse, and if he decided to leave it, find someone to deal with on the matter. |
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| Rii Dono | January 22, 2011, 2:10 am Post #30 |
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(( ^_^ Sokay, Drake, it happens.)) By the time the innkeeper (or so he was to Orion) had brought Dre'sha his order, Orion was just finishing up the last of his packing and headed downstairs, wearing a broad smile if for no other reason than that he felt like smiling. Easily locating Dre'sha, Orion sat next to him and asked, "Thou purchased this one for me?" indicating the other 'bowl' of stew and bread. After confirmation, Orion thanked him rather heartily, as he hadn't eaten since before he'd gone to speak with the River Dwellers and hadn't had time after, what with cleaning up the mess they had made of him. The paladin set hungrily to the meal, though still minding his manners in eating. "The elf - doth he still desire to come?" Orion asked as he ate, hoping that the cleric would. ((Sorry for the tiny mod of your character, Jester, but it would have been a really stupid post if I left it off there and waited for Dre'sha to say yes, that's yours if you want it, which would have been a stupid post for you, especially when we both already friggun know that Dre'sha purchased it for Orion. Forgive me? ))
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| Drakedragon | January 24, 2011, 1:56 am Post #31 |
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Kerith nodded and turned to the tavern owner. Approaching the man with a smile and a nod, he asked, "Excuse me, good sir, but would you happen to know if anyone here in town is in need of a good riding horse? Or who might also have another good riding horse that I could get in exchange for the one I currently have?" ((Apologies for the shortness. So when I go to roll this, I take it this would be Gather Information?)) |
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| Jester | January 24, 2011, 9:44 am Post #32 |
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(no worries. most posts from the players will be short. and no need for a role just now.) The tavern keeper cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. "only folk that got any use fer them is the mayor cause of the Currier if something goes wrong. You're best going to talk to him about that sort of stuff." he said. Most of the towns folk didn't have riding horses, the horses they had they could ride, but they were bread for labor, not the more sophisticated arts as a riding horse would be. |
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| Drakedragon | January 27, 2011, 2:07 am Post #33 |
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Kerith nodded, "Thank you sir. I shall go to see him then." With that said, he turned and was about to walk out of the building and down the street towards the town hall. He'd passed through this town before, so it was easy enough to find. When he got there, he stepped in through the front entrance and took a look around. |
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| Jester | January 27, 2011, 5:58 pm Post #34 |
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The town hall was empty. In these sort of towns the only time they were used was in actual meetings. However there was an older man walking by who noted the elf and cocked his head slightly, As he saw him entering the town hall. He fallowed in afterwords and looked at the stranger with shrewd eyes. "are you looking for something?" He inquired somewhat suspiciously. |
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| Drakedragon | January 28, 2011, 1:03 am Post #35 |
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He stopped and turned to face the man that had spoken to him and answered, "I am simply looking for the Mayor. I've been told he makes use of riding horses and I was hoping to see if I could not work out some kind of trade. My current mount is weary and I need to be on the move as soon as possible. Do you know where he is, Sir?" |
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| Jester | February 2, 2011, 1:29 am Post #36 |
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The man just nodded. "like I told the last fella, he'll be at his house most likely. It's just down the road a whee bit. Third house on the left if ye're headed towards the river." He said. (ah, short dialect posts. you have to love them. This isn't an rp that lends itself to massive posts on interaction's part) |
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| Rii Dono | March 3, 2011, 1:08 pm Post #37 |
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Finished with his meal, Orion thanked his friend for perhaps the hundredth time for purchasing him something to eat before they left. He had also expressed his eagerness to help other people and his remorse that he couldn't finish his business in the town, even if he was ill-suited to the task language wise. The paladin was certainly being quite a chatterbox - perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Dre'sha in a long time, or perhaps it was just because Orion could be a chatterbox. |
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| Jester | March 5, 2011, 6:48 pm Post #38 |
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True to his word, when they had finished their meal, Dre'sha stood and gathered himself and his companion and left on the general time of departure he had planned. As they made their way out of the soggy little down, he grimased at the travel ahead. However, rather than heading northwest as they would for the road, he instead headed them southeast, the dead opposite direction they needed to go. Though, once they had crossed the river, they started them westwards heading across the Golden Plains. [all taking place in the same B3 region] (attention, large time skip in the future on it's way soon.) |
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| Rii Dono | March 7, 2011, 8:29 am Post #39 |
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((grimaced. HEY! The map is finally working for me ))Orion followed Dre'sha, bantering about this and that, things he'd been doing since he'd last seen Dre'sha. He might have questioned the choice of direction but too many times traveling with Dre'sha encouraged Orion to just wait and see where they were going. Especially since the half elf had been so eager to leave, Orion doubted he was going to lead them astray. |
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| Jester | March 10, 2011, 10:37 pm Post #40 |
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Dre'sha moved them in that direction, till they hit a road headed along the Golden Plains. The lush, beautiful landscape was easy traveling. Making their way along the rout they came to the city of Ormpitarr. The capital city was vast and bustling. The halfelf lead his companion through the city towards the dock, where they booked passage on a ship. The vestal was named the Pikeyung, and was a large three masted ship. For the next two weeks they traveled on the ship, and made port a few times, but there was not much to be mentioned about their stops. Till finally they came to find the themselves approaching the city of Suzail, the large port city hailed them from it's place on the connected lake. And as they anchored, Dre'sha had Orion gather his things and then they were rowed ashore before the rest of the ship was set to dock. Making their way to the capital building, the massive building rose up from the streets and it's large marble steps reaching upwards towards the over-cropping roof. Dre'sha lead the two of them into the main doors of the building, explaining who he was to the guards who came to hald their progress. While they entered, Edward flew off of his usually position in Dre'sha's shoulder and From there they were lead through the building and were brought to a large hall with a large thrown at the end of it. They stood at the end of the all, and asked to wait while a steward was sent to fetch the one who they had been summoned by. |
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| Rii Dono | March 11, 2011, 9:42 am Post #41 |
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From passing through the plains, to sailing and from port to port, Orion admired the land around them, the beauty of the earth or oceans or architecture. He spent most of the trip talking to crew members or whoever would listen to him banter about this and that. True, he could be an entertaining speaker in some situations, but his style of speaking and voice alone could wear on a person when it was ceaseless. In any case, Orion did fall silent as they finally reached their destination. He looked around the city, looking for things that had changed since he'd last been there, until they had to identify themselves. Then he became rather focused on the task at hand. At least when it came to waiting, Orion was patient enough. ((Jester? I think you have a spliced sentence in the bottom of your last paragraph.)) |
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| Jester | April 11, 2011, 2:48 pm Post #42 |
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As they stood in wait, the steward left and spoke to one of the guards after having left. he then traveled downwards out of the capital building and made his way into the town to an inn here their particular Wizard by the name of Drak Riskin as lodged as he awaited summons from the court. He, as well as the 'other' member of their party had already been within the city when Dre'Sha had arrived with Orion. Entering the inn, the steward made inquiry about the wizard and a small errand boy was sent up to his room to fetch him. Mean while, as the steward fetched the willing participant, the other member of the expedition was being gathered as well. The guard the steward had spoken too had made his way down to the prison, and spoke with one of the guards there in. After the message had been delivered three guards made their way to the heavy wooden door that celled the convict in the chamber. The Elf had been searched, and had all belongings removed. (including a cavity search for stashed contraband. Fun.) He was as of the moment manacled on both wrists with a short chain to prevent too much motion, as well as on his ankles. His neck was also set in a large metal collar which was fastened to the wall. The guards unlocked the small window slot in the cell door and pulled it open and looked into the cell, then closed it and unlocked and unbarred the door, swinging it open. two guards carried well crafted, yet sturdy clubs, while the other a length of chain. "Alright, Up with you." The first of the guards, a human, said. The one with the chain as well as one of them with a club seemed to be human, while the other with a club seemed to be a half elf as he had facial hair yet pointed ears. They were dressed in chainmail and uniformed belts and tassels. They did not have daggers on them it seemed, as standard procedure of moving prisoners was to not be armed in ways that can be taken from you. (Alright, let's actually get this bastard moving!) ((and Rii))
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| soulpelt | April 12, 2011, 2:18 am Post #43 |
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Drak was grumbling about the room serive of the inn and was thinking aobut leavign a nazty surprise for the next person to sleep in this room. Draks face was pale, as if he spent more time i na tomb than in the outsisde world, which was partly true. His familys Robe of Bones was his inspiratio nfor using necromancy. Perfect servants to find traps, atleast pressure traps and the like, and good for cause distractions. Nothign more distracting than a zombie walking in the middle of your camp, heading for the first person to kill. Usually this was followed by two armed skeletons, those were fun to use, he especially liked the trident net mix. It was funny to see things squirm. In a one of the pockets of his robe there came a croak. It was his Familair, a toad named Doodleburf, that name he had choosen just to see peopels reactions. It was not often one saw a stotic Paladin smirk in humor. He heard small feet, maybe a child, running up the stairs. He headed toward the door and opened. He was quickly informed that the Steward wished ot see him. He wondered why, he was waiting summons. so perhaps he was needed now. One could never know i nthis day and time. quickly he picked pu his packs and backpack and stapped his silver sickle to his belt. He was paranoid about the great flying lizards known as dragons, so he had gotten a dragonsbane silver sickle. The silver was to take care of any ghosts or other unnaturals he didn't want to meet. He followed the boy down, placing his toad on his shoulder, dodoleburf croaked happily. He was the type of toad who like sunlight, partly because of Drak like for his toad ot be used to being out in the open. People always asked why he had a toad instead of a raven or cat. Edited by soulpelt, April 12, 2011, 2:20 am.
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THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!! don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run. Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor..... Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() ![]() | |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | April 12, 2011, 8:09 am Post #44 |
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A slow smile spread on Tayrns face as the window slamed shut. As the heavy door begn to creak open and half of his face was covered in shadow giving him a sinester look. His fingers immediately started going to work on the chains binding his arms legs and neck along with the cuffs at his wrists.
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| Jester | April 15, 2011, 6:19 am Post #45 |
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As his hands fumbled with the Manacles, Tayrns could get not give to them, nor could he slip his hands free. He could not pick them without tools and as they were well fastened, he could not slip his writs free. And though the guards did not seem to notice his attempts, that did him little good. The guard who had told him to get up thumped him in the side with his foot. "I said up convict!" he said firmly. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | April 15, 2011, 6:29 am Post #46 |
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Tayrn slowly looked up at the guard the maniacle smie stil on his face. He then sighed and smoothed his face and rose to a half crouch and looked the guard over from head to toe trying to spot keys. |
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| Jester | April 15, 2011, 6:35 am Post #47 |
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The guard did not seem to have any keys on him at the moment. Reaching down to grab hold of the chain on the neck manacle the guard gave it a firm tug to pull the elf to his feet. "we don't have time for this foolishness today form you." he said flatly. (alright, so here's what can happen, you can 1, allow yourself to be stood up, 2, resist with a strength check, or 3, attack with an attack roll.) [OR, if there's something you're wanting to try that isn't conventional feel free] |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | April 15, 2011, 6:50 am Post #48 |
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Fiegning getting up Tayrn let the guard drag him up a little then threw all his weight to the ground placed both hands palms flat on the floor and swung his legs out towards the gaurds. |
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| Jester | April 15, 2011, 6:57 am Post #49 |
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The guard brought his club down and struck the prisoner in the side of the head [dealing 1 point of subduing damage] as the attempt was made. Stopping the movement the guard moved in and grabbed hold of the prisoner, who was already prone to the ground. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | April 15, 2011, 7:27 am Post #50 |
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Effectively subdued Tayrn finally gave up unable to go on any more he just decided to give up. Sure he was a rogue who despised authority officials but the worst they could do to him was kill him and that would be better then being stuck in a jail cell any longer. |
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