Shiraz Friday October 31st, 2003 9:27:06 AM
Shiraz watches as Barnum is swept up by the cahin and is galvinized into action bounding after Peerimus and attempting to help the injured.
DM Mikey Friday October 31st, 2003 10:42:07 AM
The two arrows fly into the darkness, the second giving an audible *snickt* into flesh, and the sprinting Savin has a brief impression of a short figure chanting before it suddenly vanishes. (Spellcraft 20 to realize it was Dimension Door)
Meanwhile, Barnum can't even manage to say a coherent sentence, let alone cast a complex spell. He's dragged on a bumpity ride till the cat regains its vision. It immediately dives into a big beverage tent and hides. He's rescued by Ilsidur moments later, who goes to a safe distance. Peerimus manages to get up to the tent in time to see this from a distance. From within he sees two eyes staring at him and the cat growls as he approaches...obviously it's still terrified.
DM Mikey Friday October 31st, 2003 2:42:31 PM
By now a crowd of people begins to slowly form as merchants, bystanders, and other teams begins to come over to see what's going on. A rather pretty elf in a silken muumuu approaches the group. "Where's my baby!?? My dear little Jumper?" She looks somewhat distraught.
Peerimus Friday October 31st, 2003 3:39:21 PM
Peerimus stops moving forward, "I am Peerimus my friend and only wish to help." The druid stands before the cat maintaining eye contact and swiveling his head slightly to the left.
"I would like to help you my friend and if you would allow me me to tend any wounds you have and remove the undignified chain, it would be my honor."
Savin Friday October 31st, 2003 4:03:29 PM
Savin yells, "It is a spelluser who just disappeared. Anyone have detect invisibility?!"
Savin will keep looking around and listening trying to find this sabatore
Trace(Ceil) d20+6=11 d20+6=15 Saturday November 1st, 2003 9:07:32 AM
"I think I hit some one?? Come with me Little brother!" Trace will go an see if anybody is wounded??
OOC: Listens 11 - Spot 15.
Sly Foxx d20+6=25 d20+5=22 Saturday November 1st, 2003 9:17:23 AM
OOC:Wilderness lore 25 - Spot 22.
Sly shimmers down the tree and follows behind Trace. Only Sly takes his Magic Sword (putting his bow away), his sences are sharp as he watches the trees, bushes and other odd thing around. "Thank Domi! My sight is comming back!" he whispers to Trace.
Uther(Ceil) Saturday November 1st, 2003 9:21:33 AM
Uther is drespertly trying to get the attention of the group, "Ttthe...re! Tttro...uble" he's pointing to the tenth. "Ccco...me in Hhhe...re!
Barnum Saturday November 1st, 2003 9:19:31 PM
"Oh... Ow... Hello there Ilsidur," Barnum begins, his sight returning, "Lt me express my gratitude to you in the highest degree, I'd like to say more, but I'm sure you understand..." Barnum concludes, and sits down on the ground, rubbing his sore spots.
DM Mikey Sunday November 2nd, 2003 5:44:43 AM
Through coaxing and soft talking, Peerimus is able to calm down the great cat and even finds it nuzzling into his hand for rubbing behind the ear, still somewhat fearful and trusting the druid (with the high handle animal roll and such). He finds the collar is perfectly sized for the cat, not too tight to be constricting, and bears a name on it, 'Jumper', as well as several moderately expensive jewels. He can't seem to find a release for it; but he can unhook the chains if he had the proper key. (it's quite a complex lock though) Peerimus also finds that the cat is a girl, and that she has no wounds at this time, and seems quite tame for a cat. Meanwhile, others look for the spellcaster. They find a bit of blood on the ground where he was hit, and after some searching (about 5 minutes or so) they find the arrow that he was shot with behind a tent about 200 feet away, ripped out of someone with obvious pain, but no shot person. Tracking would be useful, but it would be pretty hard at night, and almost impossible in an area where people are constantly walking. (But still...if someone does have tracking and makes a really high roll, it is possible...) And finally, there are those who still are waking up, or trying to get the attention of others, such as Uther. A mature dark haired elf in silken pajamas is one such person, trying as politely as she can to find her lost "Jumper", whom she describes as "the most darling little tigey-wigey".
Ilsidur Sunday November 2nd, 2003 8:00:28 PM
"Uther, calm thyself. What are you trying to ..."
Ilsidur's gaze follows the outstretched hand of Uther, coming to rest on the devastation caused by the cat. He stands speechless at the sight of the wagon, overturned and broken, lying in the midst of the neighbouring tent.
Uther (Brett, back from the dead) Monday November 3rd, 2003 9:55:58 AM
Uther ran his hands through his hair. Just after he had found a wagon to join, this happens. "What... ummm, what happened? I awoke, and found ... this."
(OOC: Sorry to disappear. Blame it on overly hard concrete. :) )
Shiraz d20+6=23 Monday November 3rd, 2003 11:52:12 AM
Shiraz reaches down and easily lifts Uther out of the wreckage of the tent and wagon,"By Imod's hammer this is going to take forever to fix!"
Peerimus (MikeK) Monday November 3rd, 2003 12:02:34 PM
The druid continues to speak soothingly to the tiger.
"Come, let us see if my friends can remove this offensive metal from you."
He attempts to lead the tiger back to the campsite.
Sly trying very heard to track aroung, he and Trace comes apon a bloody arrow, but nothing lead any where? "Here's your arrow Big Brother." Sly hands over the arrow to Trace. They both look to the road, there is a Elf looking fot her lost Jumper, She calls " Sweets where are you? Come here Little Tigey wigey." Both trace and Sly look at each other.
Barnum d20+13=14 Monday November 3rd, 2003 9:14:33 PM
Barnum, still staggering a bit, marches over to this elf in pajamas. "Hello there, I'm Barnum Berrybrawn. Darling little tigey-wigey... I don't know if 'little' describes you 'darling' correctly. But, to each his own, I suppose. Yes, miss, our group has found your pet, or it found us, I suppose." Barnum muses, rubbing a cut underneath his eye. "Do forgive me if I seem the least bit rude, that's not my normal nature, I assure you. Your animal companion is right this way, Miss... I don't believe I've heard your name?" (Diplomacy 14)
DM Mikey Monday November 3rd, 2003 11:39:33 PM
"Lady Brienne," she answers the gnome politely. "My pet? No, Jumper is one of my best friends, and as far as little, he is the most darling little cub of his family. But he's also the most mischevious and curious, and so everytime we're about to start racing I have to temporarily tie him up or else he'll cause all manner of trouble. He's quite harmless, I assure you, he wouldn't hurt a fly! Well, not intentionally. Anyways, I'm sorry about the damage to your wagon and all these other places. There's no way he could have gotten through that chain, and he knows he's not supposed to. It looked like the end had melted when I found it, and I immediately knew he'd be in trouble..." She breaks off at this point as she sights the giant cat with Peerimus, and with the grace of a doe she bounds forward. The cat likewise rowrs! and pounces on her, playfully knocking into her. She's quite strong; somehow she manages to stay standing and hugs the cats neck as it licks her face with a tongue the size and shape of a shovel. "Well, thank you so much," she says to Peerimus. Then, looking around... "I know this is going to take some money to fix, and I think it's only fair that my team recompensate you for your damages. Besides, we aren't interested in winning, but in having a good competition, so it's only fair to help you out to have more fun." The elven woman seems to talk a lot.
Trace (Ceil) Tuesday November 4th, 2003 7:36:57 AM
Trace stand there with with his mouth open, just staring at the beautiful Elf 'Lady Brienne'. He mindlessly takes his arrow from Sly.
Sly Foxx Tuesday November 4th, 2003 7:43:56 AM
"Trace! OH! Trace? Are you alright?" At this point Sly looks toward the road and pushea his hat back, "OH! Yes! I see what you mean. She is beautiful BUT! [slap! trace face] Look! who She's hugging?? Her little PET!".
Peerimus (MikeK) Tuesday November 4th, 2003 9:55:55 AM
The colorfully painted druid watches the elf cavort with the tiger with crossed arms and hard eyes.
"If you truly wish to thank me," he responds coldly, "you would return this magnificent creature to the wilds, instead of chaining him like a criminal."
Shiraz Tuesday November 4th, 2003 12:10:02 PM
Shiraz looks at the wagon and then at Lady Brienne, "Thanks that seems most fair." Shiraz begins walking around trying to set up the camp and pick up the wreckage.
Savin Tuesday November 4th, 2003 1:22:35 PM
Savin matches up and watches the slap of Trace by Sly with a grin. He will march over to the elven beauty and bow.
"Hello, My name is Savin. It seems someone is resenting us being in the race. I think you huge friend here was goaded and his chain cut by a team member from another team who hope we would kill him in retaliation or he destroy us. This uncouth move could take out 2 of the teams and make their chances that much better. Do you have an idea of which team it could be?"
Savin will go on to describe what he saw and the intruder using magic to escape
Barnum d20+12=25 Tuesday November 4th, 2003 4:33:17 PM
"Melted, ay?" Barnum says to himself. He walks over, careful not to get too close to Jumper, but close enough to try to see if any, and what kind of magic was involved in melting the chain. (Spellcraft, 25).
"Thank you very much for you kind offer, Lady Brienne. No harm done, well... None that can't be repaired, anyway." Barnum says with a grin, but not without casting a wary look over to Peerimus, thinking to himself, "Return the creature to the wilds? Then what does he think of his own companion, the bear, being taken away from it's home to follow him?" Barnum decides not to say anything, probably a wise decision.
Ilsidur d20+1=6 Tuesday November 4th, 2003 11:13:51 PM
Ilsidur inspects the wagon and tries to determine the nature and extent of the damage. The wreckage of the tent and the commotion of far too many animals prevents him from making a reliable appraisal [Craft=6].
DM Mikey Wednesday November 5th, 2003 1:15:47 AM
Commotion goes on in the background, and people return to their tasks, especially as a few more elves arrive and begin to help merchants fix their tents. "You think one of them could have interfered? I suppose it is possible. It is an interesting prospect! This race is filled with such mischief, it was quite a delight to be invited to allow a team to participate. I tell you, I watched the previous races with such eagerness..." She stops, as Peerimus poses her a very dark query. The elven lady emits a most delightful laugh, and shakes her head. "Oh, you are most amusing," she replies to the 'release into the wild part'. She looks to the druid and in a subdued voice only he can hear, filled with only the kind of quiet maliciousness that comes from hundreds of years of hatred building, she says softly, "Jumper is a wonderful lion from a wonderful species, but his family was long ago ousted from their beautiful forest when humans like yourself transformed what took millenia to grow into farms and cities in mere decades. Tell me, young druid, would you suggest that I order my people to slaughter yours to restore their homeland, or to kill one being for another beings' freedom, or ...? The wilds he grew up in, the lands of giant creatures, are long gone, and now many would hunt him for his magnificent fur." Her voice raises so that all can hear it, "Or should I instead make this wonderful being my companion, and raise his family in our protected lands, and on occasion bring him out to participate in this, a marvelous race, hosted by a most marvelous and unpredictable host?" She looks about, a knowing expression on her face. Suddenly, a man appears at her side. "My lady," he begins, when she interrupts him. "These fine, young fellows are participating in the race alongside you, dear Malbien, and I will see to it that all their expenses are paid so that they can suitably recover." "Yes, my lady," he replies, and looks to you all as he gently puts a hand on Jumper's neck, scratching it. "I must be leaving now. I look forward to watching you race." She smiles angelically, and with the grace of a butterfly departs.
The elven team goes about trying to fix things, and the rest of the night passes by in due order. Nobody gets much sleep, though, and when morning comes and the carpenters arrive, there is a bit of dismay floating about.
Shiraz Wednesday November 5th, 2003 3:20:03 AM
Shiraz shakes his head at the noblewoman's tone and speech then quickly get s back to helping Ilsidur,"Well maybe we can get most of this straightened out by dawn," Shiraz says with a smile.
Trace(Ceil) Wednesday November 5th, 2003 5:50:08 AM
Trace (after having his face slap) snaps out of his trance, "WoW! I wonder who she is? Camping here? Where?" As Sly was about to his him again, Trace grabs Sly hand, "You! Little Brother, got away with it once, but never again! Let's get some Klaw. It's dawn and the rest of the camp is up."
Sly Foxx Wednesday November 5th, 2003 5:55:57 AM
Sly watches the reactions of Trace slowly come back and tries to hurry the blood flow along, by another light slap. But Trace stops him by grabing his arm. "Good! Big Brother! She one of the team of racers. They are all camping over there (Sly points to where she and the elves are camping)Now! it's dawn and I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."
Peerimus (MikeK) Wednesday November 5th, 2003 12:01:21 PM
The young druid's face slowly transforms from coldly judgemental to seriously confused as the elf speaks with him.
After the elf leaves, he stands there silently for many moments, before turning to seek a quiet spot. Finding a small stand of trees, he sits, and gets busy with some long, hard thinking.
Barnum Wednesday November 5th, 2003 9:09:53 PM
"I do hope we don't have many more encounters with the rest of these racers." Barnum states glumly. "And I hope we get this race over with! I miss Edgar..."
"I did have a sort of revelation in the night, what if, attached to the wagon, we had a wand that would polymorph animals and such. No opposing wagon could do much to race us if their beasts of burden were reduced to a bunch of rodents. And it would probably be a temporary thing, just long enough for us to beat them out, or at least get a great head start."
Ilsidur Wednesday November 5th, 2003 10:44:18 PM
Ilsidur picks through the wreckage, salvaging what can be saved and preparing an account of what must be replaced or repaired. It is a difficult and tedious undertaking, but seems to go faster once Shiraz pitches in. The dwarf grumbles aloud each time he finds an unsalvageable item.
Savin Wednesday November 5th, 2003 10:44:26 PM
Savin listens to Barums comments and as he starts working to get things cleaned up, he will add, "You don't even have to go as high of a spell as that. You could just shrink them. That would slow them down."
DM Mikey Thursday November 6th, 2003 6:36:25 AM
That next day is a bit of a hard stretch of work. Later that night, as things are winding down, a few fellows in fine robes wander by your tent along with the rather portly gnome who introduced you to the contest. One, a portly fellow with a beard going down to his knees, politely coughs at the tent's entrance. When one of you comes up to talk, the gnome in charge of certain aspects of the competition speaks up in a friendly, affable manner, if somewhat frenetic. "Uh, there's going to be a party, and all the teams are supposed to go. That means you guys. I've assigned a few guards to watch your site, and if any damages do occur, other teams will all be penalized." That said, the gnome wanders off, but the portly wizard speaks up. "Greetings and salutations, competitors. My team would like to welcome you to the race with a few rounds at the local pub. Would you care to have a few green gnomish, or perhaps a sleepy goblin, or some fine elven wine? All the teams will be there tonight, as we race in but a few more days, and this will be a good send off. Don't worry; we've made sure that all the usual suspects are there," he mutters 'meaning those miscreant little thieves', and speaks up, "And further, guards have been assigned to guard each of our sites while we are gone. I haven't met any of you before, but I understand you are called the Children of Chaos?" (Sense motive checks of 10 or more will reveal that these fine wizards are really bad at hiding any falseness or hidden truths, and genuinely seem eager to make friends with you guys.)
Barnum d20=14 Thursday November 6th, 2003 6:40:54 PM
The well-dressed halfling smiles at the wizards invitation, not feeling any sense of deception behind their words. (Sense Motive, 14)
"I could definitely use a trip to the pub right about now. Yes, I'd be glad to go! I'm Barnum Berrybrawn, a companion of the Children of Chaos, and these are my friends Peerimus, Ilsidur, Shiraz, Savin, Trace, Sly, and Uther."
Not worried about the wagon or any other trickeries, perhaps naievely so, Barnum walks off with the wizards, as long as most of the rest of his companions come as well.
Peerimus d20+4=14 Thursday November 6th, 2003 8:39:00 PM
The druid is found at dawns light sitting on the newly grown grass and watching the first days rays fall about him. A look of peace and joy that has not been on his face for some days. On this day, he places deep blue lines running at sharp angles from just outside of his eyes to the corner of his mouth, three on each side, one on top of the other. From the top of his forhead straight to the tip of his nose, a two finger wide black stripe is placed.
His ritual over he walks the site and tenderly waters and converses with the flora now growing spritely about before joining the others for breakfast. He is still rather soleum after the last nights events, but throws himself into he work day with vigor.
With the invitation of the wizards team, Peerimus turns and smiles. "A break from the stress of the race would be most welcome." he nods as Barnum introduses the group and with a pat the shoulder of the halfling he moves off to follow the man. [Sense Motive 14]
Ilsidur d20+5=12 Thursday November 6th, 2003 10:21:54 PM
Ilsidur wipes the sweat from his brow and pauses to listen to the invitation [sense motive=12]. "I could use a drink" he mutters.
Sly Foxx Friday November 7th, 2003 4:56:54 AM
"Hmm! sound good to me, are you coming along, Big Brother?" asks Sly. "You know you want to spoil my fun." Sly fall in step with the others.
Trace(Ceil) Friday November 7th, 2003 5:02:35 AM
Trace with smile across his face, "What do you mean, spoil your fun?? Last time I help you out, was when you almost got bit by a vampier!". Trace walks aside Sly with his arm on Sly's shoulder.
DM Mikey Friday November 7th, 2003 5:15:48 AM
The wizards lead you along to a giant tent with many overhanging decorations and poles. Foaming mugs of ale and other drinks are being passed around to the teams. You see a wide variety of beings in the room, and everyone seems to be having a genuinely good time. A few musicians jump into a ditty and there's dancing going on in one section, while another is dominated by drinking contests. The mages lead you over and quickly bring over some ales, several of them drinking them with the experts of proes, one or two mages looking rather green at the ears with this sort of drinking.
Shiraz d20=19 Friday November 7th, 2003 10:19:16 AM
Shiraz smiles broadly at the mage, no feeling of distrust<Sense Motive DC 19> emanating from the man Shiraz seems to ike this genuine type of man. Shiraz watches all of the drinking with amusement as he drinks tea and take comfort in conversation.
Savin d20+6=18 Friday November 7th, 2003 11:23:00 PM
Savin will walk into the party with a big smile on his face. His foot will start tapping and he will head over to the dancing. If possible, he will ask the Lady Brienne to dance. If she isn't there then some other lady who looks willing. Who ever joins the young monk, Savin will lead them through a complicated but somewhat erotic dance simular to the tango. He will use all of his perform ablility to make them look good. When the dance is over, he will buy his partner a drink and congradulate them on their dancing ablility.
OOC rolled 18 for perform dance skill
Trace(ceil) Saturday November 8th, 2003 9:38:09 AM
Trace takes dark ale takes a couple od sipps, smiling at all the females. His eyes comes to rest on Savin, dancing away "Look Sly! There Savin and turning quite set of steps there."
Sly Foxx Saturday November 8th, 2003 9:43:15 AM
Sly orders what ever Trace is having, when trace tell him about Savin. Sly turns and watches them dance, "Oh! my living sword! I didn't know Monks were aloud to dance like that??"
Peerimus d20+4=19 Saturday November 8th, 2003 8:31:09 PM
Peerimus will get a large honey ale and walk through the crowd listening for an interesting conversation and then loop back to Ilsidur to join him for the evening.
"Fine party seems to be going on and at the very least Savin seems to be having a good time. I hope everyone remembers we have another day of hard work tomorrow and not have too much fun." [listen 19 while moving among the guests]
DM Mikey d20+8=10 Saturday November 8th, 2003 11:45:25 PM
The beautiful elven lady is, indeed, there, and as Savin asks his question, she beams. "I'd be delighted!" she laughs. "I haven't danced many of your dances, I'll admit." (Those who make a Sense Motive roll of 10 or higher might feel a little uneased at the expression of one of the male elves sitting with her as she departs with Savin.) On the dance floor, she possesses a natural elven grace that makes her steps easy and quick to match Savin's skill. Though she has not danced this before, she learns with the skill of an experienced courtier, and Savin finds an equal match in her. She easily matches the exotic dancing of Savin, and laughs in exhilaration. "This dance is so..different from ours!" she gasps as she has a momentary break from the twirling. Savin can tell that her heart is beating quite fast, and that she seems to be having a wonderful time. After the dance, he offers her a drink, which she accepts, and she sips a glass of wine. "I hope that your team has good luck in this contest. Me, I will not be competing of course, but my team will do well, I hope. You know, I don't think I ever did catch your name, ---" She looks to him.
While Brienne draws Savin's whole attention, other events go on. At one table, a somewhat roudy looking mix of half-orcs and humans pushes aside chairs and gathers together to toast the Gods of the Wold and the Gods of Testing one by one. After each drink, they tell a story about the God being toasted, usually more amusing ones. For a somewhat barbaric group, the stories are surprisingly interesting and sophisticated. A few of the mages seem to get a bit tipsy as they get drunk. One, named Brox, starts arguing about the advantages of continually toting about a towel. Meanwhile, two of the older ones seem to be engaged in an obscure one-upsmanship, going from nymph collecting to the breeding of dragons to goblins consumed in fireballs. "Fourteen at one time, I tell you!" "Ptah! Nothing compared to this one lightning bolt I'd placed..." Two of the halflings are wandering about from table to table, buying drinks and offering good luck for the race with handshakes. The others, back at their table, are taking a kick back from their typical thieving ways to just relax with a drinking contest. Meanwhile, off to the side, two minotaurs are wrestling, being cheered on by a mixed group of minotaurs, a half-orc or two, humans, one rather drunk wizard, and a few chuckling dwarves. On the dance floor, the dancing ranges from quick and delighted moves to the tangoing of Savin and the elven lady, to a slow romantic dance between two minotaurs that is faintly disturbing to those of you unused to such things. The beat kicks up and more dancing ensues with a merry round of halfling kicksup. All in all, it is progressing as a wonderful evening.
(Feel free to declare anything you take interest or seek to do. :) )
Savin Sunday November 9th, 2003 12:19:44 PM
Savin eyes go wide as this beautiful elven woman asks his name. He will quickly stand and bow. "My apologies dear lady. My name is Savin. How rude of me to subject you to a dance without at first introducing myself. As an apology I will ask a boon of you. Please lead me out to the floor and show me one of your elven dances. I will ask your forgiveness for any unintentional foot stepping in advance though." he will say with a twinkle in his eye.
After the dance, if the lady is willing he will sit and talk to her about the last adventure he was on and his experiences with Sayra. He will show her the pin given by the elven king and tell her about the death mask. He will sip his drinks slowly careful not to indulge in to much.
Savin d20+6=22 Sunday November 9th, 2003 12:21:07 PM
sorry forgot to roll my next dance roll....if she accepted then I did ok :-)
Trace(Ceil) d20+2=14 Sunday November 9th, 2003 1:00:27 PM
Trace oders another Elven white wine, and spots a beauty of a girl trying to be a waitress bring a load of mugs of dwaven ale to Orc and Half Orc table, When he look at the males of the dancing Lady's table. "Little Brother! Stay with me for a little while, I don't like the look on the elves over at that table. Just watch." Trace sits facing the elves.
Sly Foxx Sunday November 9th, 2003 1:14:25 PM
Sly has some fine ale and is about to go and sing a song, when Trace puts a hand on his arm and ask him to sit with him for a while. He sit down again, "Sure! Big Brother! Why?" he ask. Trace tell him about the elves and their sour look on their faces. Sly takes a peek at the elves, "Yes I see what you mean. Just aboutt the same look the male elves gave you back at Big Tree City. I hope we don't have any trouble here." Sly sits down and sips his ale.
Barnum d20+7=21 Sunday November 9th, 2003 8:42:12 PM
Barnum is first partially withdrawn, only drinking his ale and watching his monk friend dance. But as the music begins to gather a Halfling rhythm, Barnum can't help but pull from his pack an incredibly well crafted Halfling's fiddle. He leaps up upon a table, playing it with an impressive amount of skill (Perform, 21) as his legs flail about in a Halfling jig. (Think Riverdance)
OOC: Unfortunately, I'll be gone from Wednesday (Nov 12) to Thrusday (Nov 20). If anyone is willing to take over my character for that time period please either post here or email me (attlee@s-mail.com) and I'll send you his character sheet asap.
Ilsidur d20-1=15 Monday November 10th, 2003 12:36:12 AM
Ilsidur sits and watches the antics going on around him. "Why don't there ever seem to be any dwarves at these sorts of things?" he wonders to himself. He orders a large mug of Mountainhome Dark, and keeps his eye on the elf that is watching Savin and the lady elf on the dance floor.
Shiraz d10=6 Monday November 10th, 2003 7:21:30 AM
Shiraz gets lost in the reverie of the party and doesnt even notice the look the elf gives Savin as he leaves. Tapping his foot on the ground and strumming his fingers on the table Shiraz realizes that this is the most relaxed he has been in a long time. That is until the taur looks over and ses the two minotaurs dancing in such a bawdy fashion, "They have no decency," Shiraz mutters disgusted by the lack of respect they show themselves and the crowd.
Peerimus Monday November 10th, 2003 12:08:42 PM
The druid sits back and enjoys everything going on around him. Ahh a celebration of life With that thought in mind he bounds up and genreally flops and spins about to the music with no particular rythym or pattern. Mostly he spins till he is to dizzy to remain standing. Coming to the ground in a staggering fall and a joyous laugh. At which time he crawls his way to the food table for some fruit and a glass of water.
With the minotaurs hitting the floor, Peerimus sits upright and just stares at them. Shirax is the only taur of anykind he has ever known I just can't imagine him dancing, but it's nice to see that they do. Wonder if its a universal thing or a borrowed custom?
Seeing Shiraz's rather unhappy expression, he decides maybe later is better than sooner for that particular question.
DM Mikey d20+8=20 Monday November 10th, 2003 12:45:00 PM
Peerimus watches the dancers after his own attempts with some curiousity. The two minotaurs dancing are only slow-dancing in a gentle, romantic way, mainly just holding each other and leaning against each other. They smile and look into each other's eyes at the end of the dance, obvious caring deep in their eyes... *BELCH* "'Nother pitcher 'er beer over here!" The half-orc downs a tankard of rotgut, and a surprisingly stalwart little gnome meets him tankard on. You recognize your little guide from earlier, attempting to take on this rather large and tough looking fellow, and winning to boot. A very pretty blonde barmaid distracts Trace's vision as she gently puts a glass of fine elven wine before him. She curtsies, displaying a very fine bosom, and smiles coquettishly, though her eyes have a bit of twinkle in them. The halflings hoot and join in the dancing as Barnum leads the musicians in one of their favorite songs. In fact, he manages to get a line of them all strutting their stuff; it's quite well-done considering most of them are a bit inebriated. Lady Brienne smiles. "Maybe after that fine halfling dance is over, I will show you one of my favorite dances. I'm quite thirsty right now..." She drinks her wine as she listens to him tell his previous adventure and smiles at the mention of the elven king. "Oh yes," she grins. She doesn't go on, though, as the song ends. She hops up, tells one of the half-elves in the band to play a certain tune, and takes Savin's hand to lead him in a wonderfully polite and graceful dance. The halflings pull Barnum back to their table and toast his playing with many drinks, offering him them. One asks him where he learned that song (one of his favorite), a shorter one challenges him to a drinking contest on behalf of halfling-kind then falls off the bench as he tips his tankard a bit too high, and another pointedly tells him about a lonely female gnomish friend that he has in need of a lightening up... The elves at the elf booth generally keep to themselves and have a few quiet drinks, speaking in elvish to each other. The one that you guys noticed was angry seems to calm down and goes to just speaking in a soft voice to his friends, occasionally glancing at the lady to make sure she's okay.
Ilsidur Monday November 10th, 2003 11:54:07 PM
Ilsidur sits back and sips his ale, watching the others in their antics. He worries a bit about everyone letting their guard down, but figures that this site is probably under the protection of the people who run the race, and they likely won't put up with any dirty dealing here.
After a while, Ilsidur makes his way to the bar, and tries to strike up a conversation with the head barkeeper. He tries to find out what he can about the people who run the race, to see if he can find out why their party was singled out to participate, and, if the barkeeper seems friendly, try to find out why his friends' animal friends were taken hostage.
After trying to find out what he can, Ilsidur makes his way back to the campsite, to watch over the partially-constructed wagon.
Savin d20+6=24 d20+6=14 Tuesday November 11th, 2003 12:18:19 AM
Savin will enjoy his dance with Lady Brienne and lead her back to her table. He will enjoy some more conversation with her trying to lead her to talk about the race. If given a chance, he will ask, "How did you first get involved in the race?" He will then explain how the Children are being forced into it. He is wondering if her circumstances were simular.
When a suitable moment comes, and the band takes a break. Savin will pull out his pan pipes and say, "Let me try and entertain you in yet another way." He will then play a beautiful love ballad on the pipes while staring solefully into her eyes.
Trace(ceil) Tuesday November 11th, 2003 6:55:49 AM
"It looks like they are controling them selves? We can relax for the moment." When a very pretty Blond Barmaid places a glass of elven wine in frount of him, Trace look up to the young bar maids face(but not with out hesitating to take a good look at her valley first) He smile at her, "is there a place where we can talk and get to know each other Better?? What time do you get off work??" Then gently pick up her hand and kisses the indide of her hand.(All the time looking into her eyes, for the right answer)
Sly Foxx Tuesday November 11th, 2003 7:11:23 AM
Sly look around, listening to the music, keeping an eye on the elves. When the Blonde Barmaid apperes at there table with wine for Trace. Sly sits back and watches inter play between the two of them. When finally Traces kisses her hand and the whispering. Sly tell Trace (in not so low voice)"Well! I'll be a dog eared duck! And you Big Brother, Stop me from going to speak to that red head half elf over there, So that I can do my thing? I'll get even with you." Sly laugh at Trace.
Sly will get up and go to talk to the red head bar maid and hoping that it's not to late for a date.
Shiraz d20-1=19 Tuesday November 11th, 2003 12:56:38 PM
Shiraz looks away from the dancing taurs knowing that his disapproval means little to them. The huge taur stands and moves around stopping to listen to bits of conversation<Gather Information DC 19, Natural 20> and then the taur slides to the next spot. Shiraz is careful to not linger to long at any one gathering.
DM Mikey Tuesday November 11th, 2003 1:58:50 PM
"Ye're curious about the racing, eh?" the barmaid chuckles as he fills a mug or two for the barbarian table. "Well, we don't really know *who* runs the race. I mean, there's officials and stuff, but they are just doing what they're told, you see? I dunno why you guys were chosen, or why your animals you say were taken away were picked. Other groups have their own reasons," he subtly continues in a whisper, "I think them halflings over there are convicts or criminals, let loose just for this occasion." He fills a tankard for Ilsidur. "Pity yer animal friends were taken." The rather buxom blonde barmaid teasingly flirts with Trace a bit longer, giving her name (Samantha), finding out his, and other little questions...till she's called over to help another table. Before departing, she leans over and whispers into his ears (while offering a very inviting view), that she'll be finished just as soon as the group of minotaurs leave. The other barmaid, Tsierna, grins at Sly's approach and chats with him offhandedly for a few moments, then turns and looks at him and invitingly says she's off-shift just now...if he'd like to go for a walk down through the quiet woods? she asks, as she takes off her apron. Another barmaid with her giggles, whispers to her, and nudges her. They both dissolve into giggles, and Tsierna takes Sly's hand and leads the way with a rolling seductive walk over to the door. Meanwhile, a few of the mages are discussing the race quietly, and what they're saying catches the ear of the minotaur. "'is a mystery to us too. Every year, 'bout this time, for the last few years, some really powerful guy uses a lot of influence to get a lot of people involved in this. Nobody knows who he or she is, but everybody in charge? Paid for, or blackmailed into doing this. The teams? Some do it for money or glory, others because they have to for one reason or another. You ask me, the whole thing sounds like some noble's playgame...thousands of gold pieces spent on carriages when they could be used in the pursuit of knowledge..." He shakes his head. The elven lady leans over to explain in a soft, melodic voice. "Well, several elves had to compete these last few years, because we were promised certain elven relics that were lost. To be honest, it was quite scandalous. And how did I get involved? Well, this is my first time out of the elven lands and into humans in, oh, twenty-two years. I so missed your society...it's very interesting. But I'm also interested in finding out who stole our elven relics. How did you get involved, dear Savin?" She listens to his story, and then when he takes out the pipes, she smiles widely. Listening in wonder, the lady of the elves comments at the end of the song, "You play beautifully. And you dance quite well, Savin." She seems quite open to further talking or dancing, or perhaps, as various people begin filtering out, to more amorous pursuits?
(Phew! I think this post scirted the adult-level edge today. Beware, kiddies!)
Peerimus Tuesday November 11th, 2003 2:52:52 PM
The wild druid continuses to basically sit back and enjoy the fact that most others seems to be enjoying themselves. Not that he has anything really to say to anyone, but this gathering is as close to home as he has been in over 10 years but the Wold he would enjoy every last minute of it.
Seeing the others of his family move about the crowd, he only half keeps tabs on their whereabouts. Savin and Trace appear to be well cared for. Hopefully Shiraz learns more useful information then I with his crowd walk. Ilsidur is chatting at the bar and Barnum is assuredly fine in the company of the other halflings.
"Another ale here if you would," he calls flagging down a servant
Trace(ceil) Tuesday November 11th, 2003 8:04:23 PM
"I shall wait a little longer for a nice walk with thee." Trace kisses her wrist (where the pulse is), she shivers with delight. "Until then my sweet, I'll be thinking of you." Trace goes bach to sipping his wine and listening to the music.
Sly Foxx Tuesday November 11th, 2003 8:20:28 PM
"OH! Yes! Lead on" as he is being led by Tsierna and she is heading for the shead, "No! My beauty, I have a better idea, let me show you a better place, Come with me!"
sly takes her by the hand and takes her into the dark woods. They come across a little gleen, It's very dark She cannot see to well, but Sly find it. He pulls her into a big tree and up they go (She still cannot see a thing) Then out they emerge on a platform (Next to the elfen Highway). There the stars are brighter, and the moon is full. Perfect for two halfelves lovers.
Savin Tuesday November 11th, 2003 10:46:28 PM
Savin will ask if the Lady will like to take a walk and talk some more. He will lead her out under the stars and say, "The night is almost as beautiful as you." He will bend and kiss her softly and let nature take its course
Shiraz Wednesday November 12th, 2003 12:26:12 PM
Shiraz tucks the overheard information away to share with his friends later and slides away from the gathering and quietly heads back to their encampment. Once there the taur silently pulls out a well worn book from the bottom of his bag and reverently opens it.
DM Mikey d20+8=13 d20+3=22 d4+10=11 d4+10=14 d20+7=21 d2+2=3 d6=4 d6=3 d6=5 d6=1 d20+7=23 d20+7=14 Wednesday November 12th, 2003 6:58:16 PM
Trace and Peerimus sit back and enjoy some more drinks. Meanwhile, Sly and his new friend enjoy an open sky and a crescent moon in the solitude of a quiet glen. Nearby frogs croak loudly as the two get to know each other. Savin leads the fine lady away as they chat about dancing and life, and under the shadows of a nearby tent, he kisses her. She is quite surprised, and smiles, parting slightly after a few seconds. She opens her mouth, and he can already tell what she's about to say ("I'm afraid this is going a bit too far," or perhaps "You're very sweet, but...", something along those lines), when her eyes widen in surprise. Before he can react, a hand grabs him by the shoulder spinning him about. A fist slams into his eye, followed by a roundhouse that sends him reeling and breaks his nose. Standing there is that male elf who had taken the orders from the lady earlier, whose eyes flash with anger and his gauntlets are now dirty with Savin's blood (While Savin's unprepared, a power attack to boot. 25 damage, yowza!). Three of his buddies are there with him, and even as Savin reels, another jabs him in the side and hits him under his armpit for another painful blow (16 more damage from a thief's sneak attack), and the other two grab for his arms. (make two opposed grapple rolls vs. 23 and 14. I'm going to assume that either they succeed, or you don't launch into an all out assault in front of her.). Two others don't join in the fight, looking rather torn. In a low voice filled with rage, the leader of the male elves says, "Lady Brienne, go back to your tent. Take her there!" he yells at the two who didn't participate in the fighting. But Lady Brienne doesn't simply take the order, she says, "Malbien, I order you to leave. It is my choice what I do." "But it is my orders from your Father to protect you, and that means from pollution such as this as well." "He is not pollution! It is my choice what is to be done," she huffs. "I'm afraid not, my lady. I do this for your own good. Take her away." The two men nod and take her arms, leading her away...
While this violent scene goes on, Shiraz calmly opens his book and begins to read. Trace steps outside with his new friend as the party wraps up, and there is a chance that he may just spot the elven fight going on... (Spot DC 15.)
DM Mikey Wednesday November 12th, 2003 7:01:14 PM
-Other things- Barnum gets drunk at the inn with the halflings, and learns that they're not all that bad of a bunch. Most of them are in prison for various crimes, they explain, and they get this chance to earn their freedom. So, they have to do a few underhanded things once in a while, otherwise they might lose badly! (Barnum is gone for a few days, if someone wishes to take over for him, they can. Also, I believe Uther may be gone for a few days. :( Always this bit of turnover about this time of year. I hope they get back and start posting again, soon!)
Another note: The elves are using only nonlethal/subdual damage on Savin. Thus, he will not die if he gets beaten up, though he will be aching and bruised. However, the moment someone uses lethal damage on someone else, things could get quite brutal... (Remember, killing someone before the race is grounds for dismissal!)
Savin ac 20 hps 21/62 d20+8=26 d20+8=17 Wednesday November 12th, 2003 9:13:32 PM
Savin will deflect the grapples and use his round to get some distance from his opponents. When he is out of easy range(base mov 50) he will stop and spit.
He will then say, "Ah aren't you the noble elf. 5 agaisnt 1 and an ambush to boot. I thought your race was honorable. Thanks for the lesson. You kind can be as treachous as any other race."
He will turn to the lady, "I apologize for these bad mannered cretins. Maybe we can finish our thoroughly enjoyable conversation at a later date."
He turns to the lead elf again and says, "Don't get in my way during the race. That would be unforunate."
Savin will then back away, heading towards the tavern
Peerimus Wednesday November 12th, 2003 9:50:08 PM
Seeing the rather sudden attack to Savin, the druid makes all haste to arrive at his side.
Upon arriving, "Not to contradict you, but it is 5 on 2."
Turning to the elves, "Do not touch him again elf."
Sly Foxx d20+4=23 Thursday November 13th, 2003 9:13:32 AM
Sly and his Lady Friend are ready to resume the kissing stage again, when Sly hears some thing out of the ordinary. Sly will cast a light sleep spell on her, gets his pants on, goes down the tree and makes his way to where Savin and Peerimus are. There is Savin bleeding and the elves with a angry look on their faces. The Lady has been taken away. Sly stops running and walk to Savin "Are we alright? Are these ELVes giving you any problem?"
DM Mikey Thursday November 13th, 2003 4:07:37 PM
Savin manages to get away, and stands there giving a parting remark, as his friends show up to aid him. (Peerimus probably would not have heard the noises from his place, but I'll let it slide.) The main elf stares at the monk with utter hatred, and shrugs. Being a half-elf, the girl is a bit resistant to sleep spells and only feigns sleep... Sly is left without a friend for the rest of the night, as she huffs and wanders away angrily.
The rest of the night passes, and the next day you can almost feel the tension in the air as the carriages are finished and your horses brought in. Magnificent creatures, each of them about the size of the wagon alone. With two of them attached, the mind boggles at the sheer strength and speed you will attain...which you will soon find out.
The night passes by with a curtain of tension in the air... (Please let me know what sort of spells you are going to memorize in preparation for the race.)
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At dawn the cock crows, and people slowly gather to prepare for the race. Merry crowds gather at the start line...and you guys are startled at the sheer numbers. As the crowd mills about waiting for the carriages to assemble, a messenger rushes to your tent. "You are to bring your carriage to the gate when the first horn calls." He rushes off to continue his duty, and you have time for last minute preparations. (Please list all the things you will bring with your wagon. I'll post the stats for your wagon, as well as reference things, next time at the start of the race.)
Peerimus d20+11=19 Thursday November 13th, 2003 6:34:00 PM
Peerimus gets an uneasy rest as the deadline of the race draws near. We awakens with the dawn as is his routine but this time spends some time with the horses [Handle animal 19] to try and get a feel for them.
On this day he wears a bright yellow 2 finger wide horizontal stripe from ear to ear crossing his nose tip and upper lip. Vertical on his chis chin he puts a red stripe. On his forehead, a blue crescent facing left.
Facing east he prepares his spells. Level 0: Detect magic Mending x2 Create water Guidance Know Direction Level 1: Entangle Endure Elements Obscuring Mist Produce Flame Speak with Animals Level 2: Hold Animal Warp Wood Soften Earth and Stone Barkskin Level 3: Dominate Animal Spike Growth Call Lightning Level 4: Dispel Magic Control Water
As for things to bring...extra gear for the mounts to cover 2 accidents. 4 extrae wheels and axles, 100 thinck rope and some pitons and hooks in case we need to winch ourselves out of something.
Savin Thursday November 13th, 2003 9:18:39 PM
Savin will ask Peerimus to heal his wounds from the battle the night of the battle so he can get his spells back.
He will awaken and gather his supplies. He has crafted a 2 kegs of caltrops. One kind will be larger than normal and the other normal sized. He will carefully fold his two nets. one will be prepared to be fired from the balista 50' wide x 20' tall and the other smaller net 20 x 10 to be thrown from a human. It has a trail rope to help catch and yank elves, I mean people off their wagon. The third trick he has prepared are two barrels of oil and one barrel of water. He will prepare 6 bolts to act as firebolts to light the oil. He will then spend part of his morning practicing with his crossbow. He will set up a target that looks vaguely elfish and shoot his crossbow at it trying for head shots. He seems a little sullen the fine morning
Ilsidur Friday November 14th, 2003 12:35:49 AM
Ilsidur wakes up, and looks around the camp at the rest of the party. He notices the bruises on Savin, and asks, "What happened to you last night? Are you alright?" Once Savin has filled him in (or not, as the case may be), Ilsidur moves off by himself to carry out his morning devotions. [OOC: Spell list to follow shortly.]
Trace(Ceil) Friday November 14th, 2003 7:50:21 AM
Trace while on watch prepare his spells. Entatangle summons's Nature's Ally Detect Snares and Pits
When Sly get's up, with a snerk on his face. "Well Little Brother, you look like you had a good time last night? What Happen?" Trace will listen to his Friend story on the way to the garthering. "The elve we were watching last night? Did this to Savin? We better watch our backs! There's nothing worse than to have Elves as an enermy."
Sly Foxx Friday November 14th, 2003 8:28:05 AM
Sly runs bach to the tree and up to the platform. She's gone! Sly sits and chuckel to him self, She was a half elf just like himself, so sleep spell would not work on her. Sly made his way back to the camp and to sleep alone.
After four hours sleep. He will study his spell, Wizard Spells 4- level 0 Ray of Frost Daze Flair Resistance 4- level 1 Magic Missels (2 at a time) Invisable Disc Feather Fall True Strike 3- Level 2 Blindness/Deafness Fire or Ice Balls Web
When it was time to go to the garthering Sly tells Trace what had between himself and his little red head, But mostly what happen to Savin and the team of Elves. "I think we will have problems from them." Then as an after though, "Among how many others others??"
Shiraz d20+3=19 d20+14=28 d20+10=29 d20+11=27 d20+8=25 Friday November 14th, 2003 10:10:13 AM
Shiraz wakes well before dawn, rested and even excited to be in the race. The taur gracefully exits his tent after tucking his book safely back in his pack. Shiraz adds wood to the fire and in the quietly begins to pray, after several minutes of earnest prayer the taur silently pulls his armor on and begins to work with his weapons. The taur works himself into a lather until at the end his weapons are moving in a blur his floating shield the only solid target around him. Shiraz watches the other preperations calmly and then repacks his backpack and strikes his tent ready to begin.
Peerimus 4d8(3+4+2+5)+7=21 Friday November 14th, 2003 8:55:32 PM
Before retiring Peerimus casts Cure Serious Wounds an Savin. "From the healing within Mother Wold my friend, may your wounds rest easy this night."
[21HP]
DM MIkey Saturday November 15th, 2003 6:37:26 AM
The time for the race daudles as you gather and stand ready. Like all great events, it is a lot of waiting and sitting around doing nothing, then hurrying about at a mad rush.
A thought occurs to you guys: You have weapons, a great cart, horses, and so on. What about provisions...? Luckily, there is still time for the race to start, and it would only take a while for one or two people to get rations, water, horsefeed, and whatnot. It also occurs to you that you might need auxilary items for repair or unusual circumstances along the way...now would be also the time to list those.
Savin Sunday November 16th, 2003 11:56:54 PM
Savin will grab Shiraz and say, "We are gonna need some provisions for a few days. Let's go get some.
He will jog over to the general store and pick up the following supplies.
Food for 10 for a week. He will bye another water barrel and have it filled up, sealed and spiked for easy pouring. He will try to buy some fresh fruit, cheeses, breads, travel breads, a cask of ale, for the beginning part of the race and iron rations for the later part of the race. He will buy 2 large sacks of grain for the horses.
He will make sure to buy spare wheels for the wagon and a carpentry basic tool kit to help make repairs.
Other spare items he will get are 2 tarps, stakes, 100' of stout rope, a pully system to help if the get stuck in the mud somewhere.
He will look over to Shiraz. "Can you think of anything else?"
Sly Foxx Monday November 17th, 2003 5:17:03 AM
Sly and Trace goes back to the camp and look through the rickitty wagon that they brough back from the wharehouse almost a week ago.
Trace(ceil) Monday November 17th, 2003 5:25:52 AM
"Good Idea! Little Brother," Trace and Sly rushes to camp and look through the stuff that Sly and Shiraz brought back. "I remember some of these equipment, remember the fight we had with Bear and his two other brothers. I wonder if the older brother Skull is still alive?? he was some kind of wizard, almost got us too."
Shiraz Monday November 17th, 2003 9:06:44 AM
"I dont think so, it seems to me that you have covered all of the bases here." Shiraz says tugging his left ear absentmindly. "There seems to be something but I can't set my mind on it."
Peerimus Monday November 17th, 2003 2:42:47 PM
With the extra wheels and rope he mentioned taken care of, the druid makes sure several extra timbers are brought as well as an extra harness set for the horses and spare set of shoes with the needed shoeing equipment.
"I believe we are ready and as adventurers of the Wold we are nothing if not good at adapting to circumstances as they arise. Now let us win this and rescue our friends."
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