182 replies to this topic

[ominae]

Time was running out, Zow had to make a choice. He headed back to his group.

"We are short on time. Lets take a vote; I hand in the note now, or wait for our ex-soldier recruit to fill it out? If I hand it in now, the group consists just us three" Zow annouced softly. He was eager to leave the tavern, and awaited the verdict. While waiting he took the arrowheads that Hadrio obtained. This should make mighty strong arrows, he thought. He then looked at the spear, it was a good spear but the spear Zow currently had proven to be worthy. He then glanced at Hadrio and asked: "Would you mind if I took the spearhead alone? I can use it to reinforce, and repair my current spear, not to mention create more arrowheads" Zow explained.

[Malchik]

The two groups approach Fairgoth. To Erunanion she says: "I really cannot make head or tail of your list. could you please write it out again more clearly. Then I can send you forward."

To Sonnaba's group she says: "Well, well, well do you really know what you are facing? Perhaps you will learn lessons of humilty among others. But first a word of advice. If you continue to go on shouting so loudly, Sonnaba, you will give your party away at once. Please communicate in the same way as everyone else. Maybe you have not had a problem with it in the past but you will here. I would hate to see you killed for somthing like that. I should warn you that travel by teleportation to the rift may destroy some of the enchantments you have but I hope the important ones survive. Our representative near the castle is the Ladt Galadrags. Speak to her to find out what is going on."

She gives thirty silver arrows to Graach.

"Good luck."

You are suddenly nowhere near the drunken Alit.

Sonnaba, Gratch, Frog in Tree and Rif Taril have left the tavern.

(Continue in the thread The Woodland Castle)

[Tehfonz]

This post can be deleted, I've moved to the other thread....sorry

[loveme4whoiam]

Erunanion looked blankly at Fairgoth for a moment. "I do beg your pardon, I completely failed to comprehend your meaning. If you would grant me a moment, I shall write out my list in the proper manner and return it to you." Borrowing a sheet of parchment, quill and ink, Erunanion went back to the table where the four of them had gathered. Looking up for the others, he then forgot them as he bent to his task. His hand was not beautiful to look at, as he very rarely practiced the scholary arts the Temple priests had beaten into him, but it was legible. Hoping that his knowledge of his companions was full and accurate, he wrote out what he knew.

The Party of Erunanion, Ralaith, Gnaag, and Emerelda

Name: Erunanion
Race: Dunmer
Age: 55
Weapons: Plain steel longsword, and a longbow
Armour: Mail over netch leather, no shield or helm. A large cloak.
Potions: Two small health potions
Scrolls: None
Enchanted Items: An Increase Luck amulet (DM's choice of power)
Other: A small knife

Name: Ralaith
Race: Dunmer
Age: 45-55
Weapons: Twin silvered longknives and a pack of 15 ebony darts
Armour: Full set of reinforced Dark Brotherhood Armor, minus the helm. Traveling cloak, no use in battle, but aids when sneaking in the darkness.
Potions: 6 healing, 6 poison, 2 restore fatigue
Scrolls: None
Enchanted items: Two rings: one of fortify agility and speed, one of chameleon and sneak. 1 charge on each. One amulet: medium-level shock on Target, one second resist shock on self. 4 charges.
Other: Carving knife (no use in battle) and a pouch of 20 small pieces of raw ebony (able to make 3 darts out of each piece, but it requires time).

Name: Gnaag
Race: Bosmer
Age: 30
Weapons: Steel dagger
Armour: A buckler
Potions: Four health potions
Scrolls: None
Other: An Increase Speechcraft ring

Name: Emerelda
Race: Bosmer
Age: 25
Weapons: Two daggers
Armour: None
Potions: None
Scrolls: None
Other: Three Master lockpicks

Erunanion completed writing out the document, then took it back to Fairgoth along with the writing implements. He now just awaited Fairgoth's approval and the assembly of the rest of the party before they departed into battle.

[Malchik]

Fairgoth smiles her captivating smile. "Good, I thought you weren't completely illiterate. Many you find in this tavern are I'm afraid. Well you are ready to be off. May Mephala bless you. You will go to meet Matrim at the Burning Tower. "

And then Emeralda, Gnaag, Relaith and Erunanion are no longer in the Alit.

(You four post in the Burning Tower from now on)

[xavori]

Without hesitation Ander responds in a practical manner "In all honestly, it is not the case that I do not care for the ex-soldier, but I believe we should be teleported as soon as possible. The sooner I get away from this place, the better..." but it seemed like he regretted saying the last words; something to do with the scroll, it seems. Ander seemed quite agitated and anxious now, and little it had to do with the task ahead.

[ominae]

Zow took the note with all the information on it, and walked up to Fairgoth.

"Here, a list of the information you asked for" He hands the note over to Fairgoth (still not looking directly at her) it reads:

Name - Zow
Race - Redguard
Age - 27
Weapons - Long bow, Spear
Armor - Modified Dark Brotherhood Armor
Potions - 4 healing, 4 poison, 3 Magika Restoration
Scrolls - None
Enchanted Items - Goggles (Night eye), Ghillie Suite (Chameleon)[Acts as a robe: over armor]
Other - 3 lockpicks, 2 probes, 2 repair prongs, arrows

Name - Ander
Race - Imperial
Age - 32
Weapons - Two-handed mace
Armour - Iron platemail
Potions - Three Healing potions
Scrolls - None
Enchanted Items - None
Other - None

Name: Hadrio Sidosus
Race: Redguard
Age: 23
Weapons: Adamantium Machete; "Paincake" (large lead-nailed Histwood club)
Armour: Oversized, baggy boiled-leather shorts; boiled-leather/adamantium boots
Potions: 2 healing potions; 4 poison potions; 5 sujammas
Scrolls: None
Enchanted Items: Ancestral bandana - constant effect summon Ancestral Ghost when user is dealt serious blows, with strength inversely related to amount of user's health (folded neatly in back pocket)
Other: Many steel and flint shards

"Just us three, and I would like to request arrows if possible" Zow muttered anxiously to Fairgoth.

[Malchik]

Fairgoth nods and presents Zow with 30 silver arrows. "I will shortly be sending you to the rift. I am waiting to hear from my companions Fygge and Esquisite as to whether there is another group preparing to join you or if it will just be you three. It would clearly affect the choice of destination as to which I can send you to. Please be patient with me for a little longer. Whether another joins you while you are waiting or not is not important. Whether you will be three or six or seven is."

She can no doubt sense your eagerness to be away but her words ring true.

(OOC> if I hear of no other group being ready in the next twelve hours I will send you off as three, please be patient it won't affect your chances of winning.)

[Malchik]

Please see update 9

[dlsaint]

Sorry if I'm too late but I just found out Here goes!!!


Crowded that's what it was crowded. Diego mused that half the adventurers here in The Drunken Alit would not survive what awaited them. Indeed he was unsure if he would survive the adventure. Unlike most in folks in the tavern Diego did not seek riches or fame, he had his share of one and did not want the other, instead he was looking for happier times.
The best times would not come back, not without her, but he figured if he returned to the life before her, he might forget or at least a sharp blade might still his memories. He pondered his thoughts in coming to the Drunken Alit, instead of the mercenary camp or the abbey. Though being a Breton he did not fit in well with wizards, he had learned restoration spells and some enchantments but had never really aspired as such. Weapons and armor, that's what he excelled at and enjoyed. He probably should have traveled with the merceneries, he knew that life well from his time in the Legion. Two thoughts nagged at him though it had been 8 years since his promise to her, and "you'll find more initiative and ingenuity in the taverns than the parade grounds". At least thats what his mentor had taught him years ago.
He still wielded his twin Silver Longswords, one enchanted with soul trap, and though not much of a marksman he carried a bonemold bow, and Redoran tower shield. Being 39 he figure he was older than most of the people in here, but his sword arm was strong still and the Orcish armor he wore did not weigh him down much. His twin swords were a parting gift from his Legion commander, and the Orcish Armor he had won while still a member of the Fighters Guild. Caravan duty, one of the first missions he had gone on. They had been ambushed on the traderoad to Balmora the captain and half the guards with arrows then the charge. He hadn't been sure what to do so he stood over his captain with the few remaining guards and merchants that had equipped weapons from the dead. As steel rang on steel and the moans of the wounded and dying wailed about him he felt alive, a sharp thrust to to an unarmored chest followed by a decapitating chop it seemed to last forever. The Bandits hadn't been well armored except for the Orc leader, who had sported the armor he now wore. When it was done the Orc was dead and the remaining bandits fled. He didn't recall having killed the Orc but the merchants and surviving guards told tales he could not believe. How he had stood his ground when the others had been pushed back, and though bleeding had charged the Orc bandit full on. Diego won the armor that day, but it was a few years before he could fill it out.