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| [IC] Shadows of the Storm | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 8 2010, 09:53 PM (728 Views) | |
| ♣Anodyr | Apr 8 2010, 09:53 PM Post #1 |
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Shadows of the Storm Chapter 1 - The Road to Bogenhafen The Storm of Chaos. The greatest incursion into the Empire’s borders since the time of Magnus the Pious and the Great War Against Chaos. With Archaon’s five armies invading from the north, none in living memory could claim to know a darker time. It has been a time of trials and tribulations. They say that Sigmar once again walked the earth, clothed in the flesh of a lowly blacksmith’s apprentice. They say an army of wolves attacked the Kislevian city of Erengrad and that the dead rose from their graves to defend the Empire. They say a mighty victory has been won at Middenheim, and that plague chokes the streets of Talabheim with bloated corpses. For some, the Storm has passed - the citizens of towns and villages desolated in the wake of the Everchosen's advance give thanks to Sigmar and Ulric that they have been spared when so many others fell, and turn their attention to rebuilding that which has been destroyed. For many the Storm rages on – daily reports come in of continuing battles in the north coupled with ongoing skirmishes with the scattered remnants of Archaons hordes occurring throughout the length and breadth of the Empire, and beyond. Even the Provinces of the West, though spared the widespread destruction seen in Nordland, Ostland, Hochland and Middenland, continue to feel the effects of the Storm's impact with refugees displaced from the North and East only slowly returning to the shattered remnants of their homes and resources stretched thin throughout the Empire. But Sigmar's blood flows strong in his descendants, and never has the maxim "strength in adversity" been more apparent in the daily lives of his people. The yard of the Carrack Lines coach house bustled with morning activity: porters maneuvred trunks and travel cases towards waiting coaches, stablehands coaxed reticent horses into their harnesses with firm hands and reassuring clucks. Smiths and farriers made last minute repairs to fastenings and replaced the occasional slipped shoe, whilst a hard-pressed clerk attempted to usher passengers towards their designated coaches, sending boys to search for those that had chosen to indulge in a late breakfast in the coach house's common room rather than ease the clerk's task by arriving in an orderly time. The air was filled with the shouts of the porters and stablehands, indignant whinnies and snorts of lvestock, clangs, creaks and thumps as luggage was loaded onto the waiting coaches, axles settling and protesting under their burden, the collective dirge almost drowning out the background roar of the city beyond the coach house's gates; Altdorf, seat of the Emperor and jewel of the Empire, bustling hub of trade and commerce in the Northern Old World. The scents of wet mud, horse ordure, oiled leather, polished brass and hot coals fought for dominance with the ever present, permeating stench of thousands of bodies living in too-close proximity. Placards settled precariously in the churned mud proclaiming the destinations of the four waiting coaches in chalk: Middenheim, Nuln (calling at Grunberg and Grissenwald), Carroburg, and Helmgart via Bogenhafen. ((It's morning in Altdorf. You all have your reasons to travel to Bogenhafen and have either spent the night at the coach house in its attached inn, or have arrived from elsewhere in the city ready to make your journey (your call - your individual back stories will probably suggest whats most appropriate for your characters). Tickets have either been booked and paid for in advance, or need to be arranged upon your arrival (again, you're call). Shang - Alexa has apprehended a bounty in the city, a confidence trickster called Dieter Graunsche who's bounty was posted by a cheated Bogenhafen merchant (Hans Muller). She now needs to transport the manacled Graunsche to Bogenhafen to collect her reward. Caldera - Axel has his pony and cart, and therefore doesn't need a seat on the coach, but intends to try to keep pace with the coach and benefit from its presence (and that of its armed passengers) in case of attack by bandits, mutants (or worse...). Obviously the coachmen aren't looking to delay their trip to look after the tag-along halfling and his pony and trap, so Nellie's probably going to get ridden hard and long on this trip. Hopefully her little legs and big heart will prove enough... So, the game is open - make your first posts, introduce your characters, help paint the bigger picture. Any OOC questions that relate directly to your post, or someone elses, can be put in double brackets at the end of your post, as I have here. Anything that requires discussion or more than a quick answer or situational explanation should probably go in the OOC section.)) Edited by Anodyr, Apr 20 2010, 09:32 PM.
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| lord_caldera | Apr 8 2010, 10:40 PM Post #2 |
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Axel led his pony into the yard from the stable, carefully staying clear of the big men loading cargo into coaches and the even bigger horses. A Halfling had to be cautious not to be trampled in the hustle and bustle of the city morning. Men swarmed around him, and he stayed close to the pony so at least they would avoid the animal if they didn’t see him. Picking his way back across the yard towards his covered wooden cart, he considered the fact that in a short while he was leaving Altdorf. It had been his only home for so many years. But with Oskar’s death he had to do something, and he certainly wasn’t going to make any money competing with his old master’s sons here. So he had decided to leave, bought a scrawny pony and a cart, and found out when the next coach caravan heading south would be. Axel had arrived the night before and stabled his pony in the Carrack Lines’ stables. He figured that he should have some protection from bandits so he had asked the head of the coach if he could tag along with the caravan. The man said he didn’t care what Axel did, but they wouldn’t be waiting for him if he couldn’t keep up. So Axel enjoyed a night in the nearby tavern, controlling himself and only downing two steins of ale, then slept on the mat on the floor of his cart until the shouts of flustered working men had awoken him. He reached the cart without incident and hitched the pony to the yoke, tying the reins to a nearby post, and clambered up the steps leading to the seat. The cart was nothing special and it suited Axel. He had had a plain sign painted which was stowed inside that read ‘Munthe’s Medicine’ and was made to hang on a set of hooks on the side of the cart. All of his possessions were stowed in a chest in the rear of the cart’s tiny room, and the accoutrements of his profession were neatly organized in a small set of drawers attached to a folding mirror. He hung the pony’s feedsack of oats next to his own satchel of dried meat, cheese and bread and unstoppered a small skin of wine, enjoying a sip as he took in the sights of the carriage yard from his higher vantage point. |
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| ♠Ferrus Manus | Apr 8 2010, 11:31 PM Post #3 |
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Despite it being fairly early in the day, the Coach House and Stables were packed with paying passengers and workers. The crowds were bustling; the yard was full of noise, easy being capable of drowning out the commotion from the rest of Altdorf. Malvor turned and looked to the sky. He could vaguely make out the shape of the High Temple of Sigmar, his spiritual home. He sighed heavily as he realised it would be a long while before he could gaze upon the temple’s beauty again. A shame, he had spent too short a time within its enrapturing walls. However, duty came before personal want; in the current climate, so soon after the Storm had past, his master needed him back home – his physical home. His spirits were lifted by the thought of Bogenhafen. Whilst it was no where near as ostentatious or openly glorious as the High Temple, but to him it was just as captivating. The Priests at the temple had arranged his ticket ahead of his arrival. Now all he needed to do was find a clerk amongst the boisterous crowd. Luckily his red robes of the priesthood helped him stand out. Hopefully, that would attract someone to him. “ ‘Cuse me, father, can I be of service?” Malvor smiled; the clerk was little more than a boy, dressed in rags and tarnished buckles. “I am no priest, only a lowly initiate, however, you may help.” The boy smiled at this, probably hoping for a large tip for his services “The Priests of the temple, Sigmar bless them, arranged me passage to Bogenhafen. Which of these carts is destined for my home?” The boy looked around, as if looking for something to provide him with an answer. After what seemed like a few minutes he answered: “That one, sir.” Pointing to the far cart as he did so. Malvor gave the boy his thanks and not wishing to give away the little money he had, he didn’t tip him. He could just imagine the names the boy was calling him for amusement. With that thought, he headed for the cart. |
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| Fluentcode | Apr 9 2010, 08:47 AM Post #4 |
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Koeh'Naesha stepped back to avoid a team of snorting horses, being led by an equally noisy stablehand. The huge animals looked magnificent at first but on closer inspection appeared under fed and mangy. Was that black paint covering a bald spot on the leftmost? Koeh skirted the mud at the entrance to the coaching house' yard, looking around him for someone remotely in charge. He spied a young clerk speaking to an older robed human. His Elven ears struggled to make anything out over the din of the yard and the louder background roar of Altdorf itself. He faintly heard the word he had been listening for. Bogenhafen, where he would hopefully find Ael'neras and maybe even somewhere that served a decent wine! Koeh had spent the night at Ael'neras' home as usual and his ticket had been booked the day before by the clerk at the College. He warily stepped around a steaming pile in the middle of the yard and headed toward the young clerk. He knew that dealing with humans, even in the slightly more metropolitan capital, could be difficult as an Elf, more so when they learned of a relationship with the Colleges, but he steeled himself to get it over with quickly. The clerk was watching his approach with wide eyes, trying where possible not to look at him. Koeh coughed politely and in slow Reikspeil asked for confirmation of his booking. The clerk simply nodded and waved him in the direction of the coaches. Koeh sighed and trudged toward the waiting carriage. Hopefully the coach would depart soon... |
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| Shang | Apr 9 2010, 12:35 PM Post #5 |
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Alexa strolled towards the waiting coaches the crowded streets parting around her to avoid the stumbling Dieter. The coach house looked as busy as usual and just a noisy, not that the vermin seemed to mind, damn things would probably eat out your hand given half a chance. Alexa shook her head, she had been talked into going to the local tavern by one of the guards and the alcohol still hadn’t worn off, the noise of the crowd wasn’t helping. She turned to Dieter who was still stumbling towards the coaches “You better not give me any trouble on the journey, you don’t want to be tied to the back of the coach” before he could reply Alexa kicked him in the back sending him flying towards the nearest coach, his head smacked the hard wooden wheel and he slumped to the floor “Well he won’t be a problem at least”. She picked the barely conscious fool up by the manacles and dragged him towards her coach having checked with a clerk already that the booking made the day before was all in order. Edited by Anodyr, Apr 9 2010, 04:02 PM.
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| ♣Anodyr | Apr 9 2010, 04:01 PM Post #6 |
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Nearing the Bogenhafen coach, it became clear that most of the loading and preparation was complete - the horses stood impatiently pawing the ground in their traces, and only a few items of luggage remained unsecured, a boy, of no more than thirteen summers, in the Carrack Lines livery straining to pass the last few cases up to an equally young colleague who had climbed onto the coaches roof to ensure the larger items were tied in place. Anumber of passengers appeared to have already settled themselves within the coach and presumably at least some of the assembled baggage was theirs. As Koeh approached the boy on the ground turned. "Any luggage...sir...?" His voice faltered as he took in the elf's appearance, his expression swiftly morphing from weary eagerness to show a mix of confusion, youthful curiosity and a little fear. As Alexa manhandled the dazed Dieter towards the coach, a shout from the drivers seat drew her up short. Looking up, she found the driver and his guard eyeing her with frowns. As the guard, rake thin with a hooked nose and wide brimmed cap, settled into his seat, the blunderbuss he had been checking resting across his lap and eyes remaining on Alexa, the driver hopped down from the coach, stepping around the horses to approach Alexa and her charge. A fat man with a grey moustache and mutton chop sideburns, his face weathered by years of driving coaches through the Empire's inclement weather, the driver tucked a thumb into his belt whilst gesturing towards Dieter, in particular, his manacles. "Whats this then, miss? Why's he shackled?" |
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| Fluentcode | Apr 9 2010, 04:33 PM Post #7 |
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Koeh flipped down his hood as the muddy young man in front of him finished his question, the look in his eyes making it clear that the hood was going to be useless at disguising his appearance and do nothing except get in the way anyhow. 'No, thank you, I have all my luggage here,' he said, patting his thin cloth rucksack with his staff, 'may I carry them inside the coach?' Koeh was used to the usual expressions of gawping, open mouthed speachlessness that seemed to strike most citizens of the Empire when in the presence of one of his kind, he was just glad to have avoided to commotion coming from the front of the coach. Turning, so his back faced the driver coming past the horses to accost, presumably, another passenger, he spoke again to the luggage loading boy 'Can you manage those last few?' |
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| Shang | Apr 9 2010, 06:19 PM Post #8 |
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Alexa looked up at the coach driver and produced a leather bound warrant showing her silver badge, the traditional mark of a bounty hunter. "This scum swindled the wrong merchant, caught him trying to leave the city. The bounty is to be collected from Bogenhafen which i assume is where this coach is going, as you can see he wont be a problem and tickets have already been paid for."
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| ♣Anodyr | Apr 9 2010, 11:03 PM Post #9 |
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The boy's mouth remained slightly open, eyes wide, the bag he had been in the process of manhandling seemingly forgotten for the moment as the elf spoke. "Of...ofcourse Sir..." Seeming to remember why he was there, the boy turned his eyes back to the baggage, bending to the effort of hoisting the last few cases to his colleague, throwing himself back into his task and visibly attempting to resist the urge to look at Koeh again. *************** The driver barely glanced at the badge before turning his attention back to Alexa. "Then you'll be needin' to seek a refund. Ain't no felons riding my coach. You want to get him to Bogenhafen, you're gonna need to get him there some other way, miss." The driver's voice was level, his arms crossed. The guard, still perched on the coaches seat leaned forward, his attention fully on the driver and Alexa. The tension between the two was almost tangible, and a few of the stablehands and porters nearby slowed as they passed, casting furtive glances to see if the discussion might turn into something more. ****** As Malvor approached the coach, the harried looking clerk crossed the yard swiftly to intercept, muttering and frowning. A small, fidgety man with pince-nez glasses and a balding pate, his eyes darted left and right, as if trying to note every individual around him, whilst frequently stealing glances at a pocket time piece. Close on his heal came a boy whose liveried tabard was clearly too large, clutching a quill and a sheaf of parchment. "You are looking for the Bogenhafen coach, Herr...?" Even as one hand tucked his time piece away, the other was reaching back to the boy, who dutifully handed the parchent over for the clerk's perusal. |
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| Shang | Apr 10 2010, 12:21 AM Post #10 |
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Alexa ran a finger down the scar on her face the tell tale sign of her irritation, "You cant expect him to cause any trouble while i am with him, and you even have your own muscle, or do you not trust in his skills to handle a petty crook?"
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| ♠Ferrus Manus | Apr 10 2010, 01:53 PM Post #11 |
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Malvor gave his thanks. He glanced over to see the corwd gathering round a shackled man and his keeper. Voices were being raised. The driver seemed to have taken exception to the captive. With a sigh, Malvor turned and went to get into the cart.
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| Fluentcode | Apr 10 2010, 01:59 PM Post #12 |
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Koeh cocked a quick glance behind him at what now sounded to be an escalating arguement between the fat coach driver and a scarred woman. Deciding that it would be in his best interest to ignore the arguement and let them work it out themselves, swords or no, he took the boys answer as instruction and climbed aboard the waiting coach. Settling the hems of his cloak and robe as comfortably as possible in the cramped confines, his staff and rucksack under his heels beneath the bench, he sat back in a seat and closed his eyes to await departure. |
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| lord_caldera | Apr 10 2010, 07:26 PM Post #13 |
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Axel could see the coach that was designated for Bogenhafen clearly. Passengers were beginning to board. There was a thin figure with the hood on his cloak pulled low on his face and a man in the red robes of the priests of Sigmar. There was also a young lady who seemed to be causing some commotion. The manacled man she had dragged into the yard with her was lolling on the ground with a trickle of blood coming from under his hair, but even so the coach driver did not seem keen to let them aboard. The conversation was becoming more heated even as Axel watched and he saw the woman run her finger along a nasty scar on her face, as bad a tell as he had ever seen at the dice tables. He made sure the pony’s reins were tied securely. If blood was spilled the last thing he needed was for her to bolt. |
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| ♣Anodyr | Apr 11 2010, 05:35 PM Post #14 |
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"Very good..." the clerk said as Malvor turned towards the coach, before pulling his time piece out again and frowning at it. As the sounds of the debate between Alexa and the driver reached him, his frown deepened to a look of pained anxiety. "Oh this won't do, this won't do at all..." he muttered as he scurried away to deal with the arguing pair, his assistant in tow. ******* As Koeh climbed into the carriage, he found one of the coaches two benches already occupied. A young lady, flanked by two liveried bodyguards sat waiting for the coach to commence it's journey. The two bodyguards gave Koeh a brief glance, no doubt sizing him up but clearly considering him of little threat to their charge, before returning to looking somewhat bored and impatient for the journey to commence. The woman smiled at Koeh, showing none of the mixed feelings of fear and suspicion that the elf usually illicited in humans. Blonde and attractive with an honest expression, Koeh guessed that she was in her late teens. Her sky-blue dress was clearly well made, if not quite of the calibre worn by Altdorf's ladies of high society - even without the two bodyguards, Koeh would have felt it safe to assume she was from a wealthy, perhaps noble, background. "Good morning sir!" The girls voice was soft and pleasant as she spoke. ********* "It's not a question of how capable Holst is," the driver growled, one hand waving in the guard's direction, "he's here to protect my passengers from bandits and such. Not from each other." "As for how capable you are, I can't imagine how a slip of a girl like you managed to catch him in the first place..." the driver leered and winked at the guard, Holst, making it clear he had a very good idea in his head of just how Alexa had managed to apprehend Dieter, and that it had nothing to do with her physical prowess. Or at least, not with a sword. Holst sniggered in turn. The driver turned his gaze back to Alexa, one pudgy accusatory finger held towards her as if there was any doubt who he might be addressing. "Fact is, I've got respectable folk riding this coach, and they didn't buy their tickets expecting to share the trip with a criminal, dangerous or not. You bounty hunters reckon you're above the law, but you're not. You get by doing the dirty jobs good honest folk won't touch. He ain't riding in my coach, and that's final!" The driver crossed his arms, glaring hard at Alexa, daring her to contradict him. Before Alexa had a chance to respond, a small man bustled up to the pair, a servant boy trailing a few feet behind him. "Oh my! What seems to be the problem here Gunnar? This coach needs to be on the road in five minutes - it wouldn't do to be late..." Glancing from the driver, Gunnar, to Alexa and finally to the bruised, manacled Dieter, the clerk's frustrated expression morphed to one of alarm. "Taal-damned bounty hunter reckons she's taking this scum on board. I told her she ain't." Gunnar said, firmly. The clerks eyes widened slightly, flickering back and forth as he took in the situation. "Oh, this won't do at all..." he muttered, wringing his hands in consternation. Visibly reaching some sort of decision, the clerk turned to meet Alexa's glare, hands held out in a conciliatory gesture. "I'm very sorry madam, but I'm afraid we can't possibly let dangerous criminals ride with the other passengers. Our clients expect certain... standards to be maintained when they purchase their tickets, and I'm sorry to say that... this," a weak wave of his hand, as if to encompass the whole situation with a single effete gesture, "...this just wouldn't do." |
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| Shang | Apr 11 2010, 07:07 PM Post #15 |
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Ignoring the frantic clerk trying to dissolve the situation, Alexa struck the side of the coach with her fist nearly toppling the boy descending from its roof, then turning to glare at the driver, “I am willing to test my blade on you and your guard, if you doubt my skills.” She said as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. |
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| ♠Ferrus Manus | Apr 11 2010, 08:54 PM Post #16 |
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Malvor clambered in the coach. On the one side sat an elf, he seemed calm but surprised as the woman opposite attempted to make conversation. The woman drew Malvor's attention; she was very attractive. 'If the elf doesn't answer, I will.' He thought, within seconds he chastised himself - control of the mind and body was key to becoming a member of the Priesthood. With that thought, he sat quietly in the corner and waited for the commotion outside to die down. |
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| Fluentcode | Apr 11 2010, 09:01 PM Post #17 |
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Opening his eyes at the soft voice in the close confines, Koeh felt the carriage rock as someone clambered inelegantly through the open door, he was slightly surprised by the pleasant young woman in front of him, showing none of the usual human signs of being in close proximity to a child of Ulthuan. The two thugs at her side seemed to pay him little attention after their initial inspection and he returned her smile. 'Hile Milady, long days and pleasant nights.' He spoke in the traditional greeting of his house. He turned his head to observe the entrance of the robed man he had spotted earlier in conversation with the clerk, he sketched a faint nod toward him and turned back to the young woman. Edited by Fluentcode, Apr 12 2010, 08:45 AM.
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| ♣Anodyr | Apr 20 2010, 09:28 PM Post #18 |
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The clerk jumped as Alexa struck the wagon, eyes widening at the implied threat of violence. Grabbing the parchment sheet from his assistant the clerk's eyes ran over the spidery handwriting. "I'm sure that won't be necessary... perhaps an alternative.... ah, yes! Herr Munthe... where is Herr Munthe..?" Glancing round, the clerk's gaze fell upon the halfling waiting with his cart. Turning back to Alexa, the clerk waved a hand towards Axel. "Herr Munthe there will be travelling to Bogenhafen with the coach - I'm sure that we can arrange passage for yourself and your... guest upon his cart. A marvellous solution don't you think?" The clerk's piggish eyes peered imploringly at Alexa, as if will alone might be enough to convince the bounty hunter that hitching a ride with the halfling was the best idea. Gunnar and Holst continued to glare at Alexa, but showed no intent to continue the argument, by word or deed. ************************ The woman laughed delightedly at the elf's greeting, an almost-childlike and pleasant sound. "Elise Magirius." The girl offered her hand as she made her introduction. "This is Ernst..." indicating the man to her left, "...and Karl." a gesture towards the man on her right. The bodyguards continued to show little interest in their mistresses conversation or her introductions, stirring from their reverie only when a thump rattled the coach, but quickly discounting whatever had caused the noise to be of little interest. *********************** ((Ferrus - don't go any further with Malvor for the moment. Koeh can introduce himself (if he wishes) then I'll bring Malvor in properly. That Int test you took affects the dialogue I have planned so I want to try and keep things linear without making it look like Elise is running two conversations at once. Shang - Alexa should accept the offer to ride with the halfling, though you can be as begrudging as you like. The reasoning behind this is two fold - first, a shackled man reallly isn't likely to be welcomed into a coach, particularly one with citizens of better social standing like Elise (and, to a lesser extent, Malvor the initiate). Likewise, bountyhunters aren't considered to be a much better class of citizen than those they hunt. Secondly, if you all ride in the coach, Axel will be left on his own and there will be no opportunity to form the bonds that the group needs to operate as an adventuring party, which will make things a bit tricky later in the story, as well as denying Caldera the opportunity to actually interact with anyone on the journey to Bogenhafen. Make sense? If you'd like to try for a small victory over Gunnar before taking the halfling-cart option, you can make a routine (+10) Intimidate test to see if you can get Gunnar to stand down through the force of your stare... d100 roll vs WP (its normally S or Fel, but WP seems more appropriate for a stare-down). If you go with this, just describe your staredown attempt in your next post then put your rollresult in double brackets at the end. I'll describe Gunnar's reaction, then you can accept the cart offer after that. Caldera - Axel can see whats going on between the clerk and Alexa from where he waits- make an average (i.e. no modifier) Perception test (roll against Int). If you pass, you can hear/lip read enough of the conversation to work out whats going on and post your thoughts accordingly. If failed, you see you are being indicated, but can't make out the gist of what's being discussed. If anyone needs to look up Tests, its page 89 of the book, with Intimidate on p.93 and Perception on p.94)) Edited by Anodyr, Apr 20 2010, 09:31 PM.
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| Shang | Apr 20 2010, 11:46 PM Post #19 |
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Alexa glanced briefly at the clerk before returning her gaze to the driver, "looks like the clerk here has found me a less egotistical driver", She said bowing to the driver, "and dont expect me to watch your back if there is an attack, you've made it clear enough that you wont need my help" she said with a grin as she turned to the clerk "i hope ill receive a refund for the tickets that i have purchased." ****** intimidate roll: 47 |
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| lord_caldera | Apr 21 2010, 03:40 AM Post #20 |
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The young woman hit the side of the coach with impressive force and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. The clerk she was talking to was looking around the yard wildly, seeking to defuse the situation before it got out of hand. His eyes settled on Axel and the clerk waved frantically to him. Axel sighed and strapped his sword across his shoulders. “Ah, for the love of…there ain’t nothing wrong with your car, no need to go and clutter up mine,” he said to himself as he jumped down the steps on the side of the wagon. He hurried across the yard to the coach where the woman clearly wasn’t making the situation any better. He heard her jibes to the driver as he approached and he ran the last few meters. “Alright then Mister Clerk-man, here I am. I assume the miss here needs accommodations to Bogenhafen that you ain’t willing to give her.” He turned to the scarred woman. “Please don’t be exacerbating the situation miss. I can drive you there, for a half of what these swindlers charge too. Don’t got much room so your shackled man there will have to stay up top. If you have the rope to keep him there, of course. My name’s Axel Munthe.” He stuck his hand up for her to shake. ****** (Rolled 06, I think I passed. I agree that lone wolf roleplaying would fall a bit short of my expectations for this board. Shang, sorry mate but Axel’s got to turn a profit on this. Shipping a bounty hunter and her catch is not light work. I figure you’ll actually make the same amount as I do with the refund, whatever Anodyr decides that might be.) |
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