Fern Thursday December 15th, 2005 6:16:18 AM
Fern spends a few minutes in her room packing and dressing for the trip. As it took several weeks to reach the groups fort from Bewolf's castle she makes sure that she's comfortable and has her equipment where she can get it.
when she sees the treasure being finally distributed she says "If nobody minds I'll switch my amulet of natural armor with this better on and pay the difference in cost out of the money owed to me."
ooc: what's everyone's email I'm making a group in my hotmail called mith tap. Also we could do the treasure division through email.
Sir Henri Thursday December 15th, 2005 7:12:41 AM
Sits on the hard seat and mumbles "I should be riddin my horse! and not sit here like a pansie!" Henri crosses his arm across his chest.
OOC; My E-mail is...momlap@sbcglobal.net, good idea I should do just that myself.
Hart Thursday December 15th, 2005 10:50:05 AM
Hart counts out the amount of gold and takes the new items.
(OOC: Justin, send me my new loot list Hart has please.)
(OOC: Ceil, is that your NEW address?)
Justin Webber (DM) Moving on Thursday December 15th, 2005 1:49:31 PM
(OOC:Daniel, the fort can be thought of as like the catacombs yes. Jay, do you need the list of the the items were again you mean or something? please send me a email or something.)
Mykell prepares himself for the ride ahead and aaits to see anything else that happens. ----------------------------------------------- The driver gives the reigns a small snap and the wagon begins moving out, slow at first but slowly gathering speed to a decent one. The wagon bumps along slowly for many hoursbut finally after more then a 6 hour ride the wagon enters a small clearing some distance away from your new home. In the clearing your suprised to see many people moving about, tents are erected, hanging from the trees in a large open area are lanterns that are not lit yet as it is still light outside. Fabris crawls out of the wagon and smiles before bowing and smiling, "Welcome to the ball everyone, it truely won't start till tonight but you may mingle and get a look about the area. Also I believe Beowulf will be looking for you probably to speak more to you. Please enjoy yourselves and i will be seeing to some people to look to your outfitting more and such." With this said the man quickly skips off as if he is terribly happy or something.
After each person unloads the wagon driver moves the wagon out of the area to keep the ball area clear.
The crowd around you looks to be mainly cooks and such walking around almost crazy like as they bark orders to underlings. Also there are some well dressed people standing around, none look to be armed of the 6 you see. However one person stands out with his back turned to you, he looked to be some adventurer too. You almost feel urged to go to this person for some reason and for just a second each of you since you have been touched with the creator goddess/god's gift feel it react to a kindred spirit or something in the person.
Marek Isentomb Thursday December 15th, 2005 2:35:47 PM
marek rides in teh wagon, Henri does not seem thrilled about being up there and he doesn't feel like a front row site to a complaint festival. Besides, should be able to catch some sleep in the coach. Which Marek promptly does and so the ride passes quite quickly.
Marek steps out, adjusts his sword and surveys the chaos. "Yup, looks like a party is going to be thrown. Now to just stay the hell out of the way till she starts." Marek takes a round about stroll on the perimeter of the set up. Might as well get a layout of the place as a whole. Also gives him a chance to see if someone's brain turned off and landed them all ina perfect ambush area.
Marek is wearing Beowulf's ring and has his cloak pushed back over his left shoulder, letting the beautiful jewelled hilt of the longsword stay in easy view. After a quick wander about the perimeter and snagging a drink and perhaps and bite, after all you wake up hungry from a nap. Marek will head over to the stand out, likely everyone else has made some introductions.
"Evening, Marek Isentomb."
Marek is a few inches under 6' and a fit 180 pounds. he is wearing fine silk shirt, soft cotton pants and high soft leather boots that have seen a lot of trails. A longsword rest easily on his left hip with a pair of belt pouches. His brown hair is a bit unkept, but currently pulled back and recently his full beard and mustache have been trimmed down a bit.
Ceil Thursday December 15th, 2005 7:50:00 PM
Jay You want my E-mail address Right? or do you want my home address??
My E-mail address is momlap@sbcglobal.net?
Roanen Alvair d20+8=17 Thursday December 15th, 2005 9:38:40 PM
Roanen keeps the ring from Beowulf in his pocket, for now. No sense advertising anything just yet.
He speaks amicably with the cooks and such to get a feel for the basic mood and who might be attending. (Gather Information 17)
The Stranger. Thursday December 15th, 2005 11:53:49 PM
The fully cloaked figure is standing off to the side of the room, with his back to all the goings on. He does not seem to be doing much but staying out of the way and generally away from people in general.
He hears a voice behind him and turns slowly to take in the newcomer from under his large hood. You can make out nothing of his form, features or anything as he is cloaked from head to toe, though you do notice a pair of travel worn boots sticking out below the heavy cloak. "Evening to you too Marek...my name isss Jhark." He does not extend a hand or anything as he takes in all those that have just arrived. That is easy to tell as he has been studying the room for some time earlier.
With a gesture of his hand, hidden under large and long sleeves, he indicates the grand room. "I take it you are a guessst...a friend of Lord Beowulf." His voice reveals little except his penchant for adding extra sss to his s's.
Glad to be back with the group. With my better schedule I am hoping to make this a good show and not slow things down. More regular posts so that noone is waiting on me.
Sir Henri Friday December 16th, 2005 8:03:08 AM
The paladin walks to marek's side ( and a little to the side), not saying any thing just sizing up the stranget, Henri stands 6'maybe you could add 2 inches to his hight, Light brown hair, Green Eyes (strange to see green eyes). the paladin is also slim (about 150 lbs.) and by the Symble on his jumper A Paladin of Palor the Sun God. At the moment he has only one weapon, that is on his side, a long sword, But althow he is not saying a word, you can almost fell the the paladin is using Detect Evil on you the stranger.
When Henri has a chance he will only say "Good Afternoon, Sir" but he does not extend his hand.
Hart Friday December 16th, 2005 2:40:49 PM
As always, the satyr is ignoring the newcomer until he is addressed personally.
(OOC: I can only assume its Jim returning. Welcome back, I recognize those type-o's and spelling errors anywhere. :))
The druid sits, looking at his new gear and waiting to leave.
(OOC: Justin, sent you an email requesting Hart's loot and exactly what the items do and all that.)
Marek Isentomb Friday December 16th, 2005 6:21:30 PM
Marek once overs the stranger and a hand absently rubs his beard as if deciding something, "Fair enough Jhark." Marek steps back one step before turning to the left and moving on. Well he should be big fun during the party
Marek will try to drum up a seat for himself where he can take in most of the commotion of the party preparations
Fern Friday December 16th, 2005 8:19:11 PM
Fern gets out of the carriage "So when do the dancing lessons begin?"
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