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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 5, 2008 11:35:01 GMT
"It seems these others have already pledged to aid you," says Randal, indicating Coll and Callum. "I shall as well. I have come this far, I might as well see this through." Addressing the others, he says, "My name is Randal Sarryn, and I am of Dessi."
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 5, 2008 17:22:42 GMT
"Sir Callum Ulmanth Darmoon, loyal vassal of the Baron of Anskaven and Knight of the Realm of Sommerlund," says the knight, nodding to the man of Dessi. "My shield defends all those who ally themselves with the earth and ideals of my homeland. I pledge to raise my sword and the swords of my vassals in the service of defeating the Darklands once more if needs be."
Whether this is a statement of support or challenge is not betrayed by the knights tone nor countenance.
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Post by Coll Ewen on Sept 6, 2008 3:44:37 GMT
'Whatever aid I can offer in finding this tome, it is yours,' says Coll as he turns to the others. 'Coll Ewen, citizen of Durenor and a Border Ranger in the service of the King's forces. It's a pleasure to meet you.'
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 6, 2008 7:38:39 GMT
Sir Caullm gives a warm nod to a staunch ally of Sommerlund.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 6, 2008 8:21:47 GMT
Dirk stands, downs the rest of the bottle and grabs his rifle off the table.
"To the hunt then, my fellows! When do we off?"
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Post by crymson on Sept 6, 2008 12:40:35 GMT
Drayden looks relieved at your words. "Magnamund thanks you, my friends," he says.
Suddenly a fat and very drunk man stumbles towards your table. "Shay now," he begins, slurring his words and spilling his half-full tankard of ale on your table. "Whatsh all thish talk 'bout Nyxschator an' dragonsh? An' V'Ka? Ain't nuthin' in V'Ka but lizardsh!" he laughs loudly.
"Be off with you, you drunken fool, and leave us be," snaps Drayden. The drunk looks at you all through bleary eyes and then turns his attention to the old priest.
"Who you callin' a fool?" he snarls. Suddenly he draws a sword from his waist, a curved scimitar. He begins waving it in the direction of the priest of Kai, who shirnks back, raising his hands protectively.
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 6, 2008 13:25:18 GMT
Sir Callum has already begun moving, his sword drawn and his other arm finding his shield. Whether the drunk is a drunk or something more, the knight cannot sit by and allow both their guide and an apparent fellow countryman be insulted.
"Stand down sir," says the knight, "you draw against a man under my protection."
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 6, 2008 13:55:55 GMT
"Let's not be hasty, gentlemen," says Randal. Rising to his feet, he addresses the drunk. "I'm sure this is just a simple misunderstanding. Why don't you relax and have another drink - on me?" With that Randal reaches into his pouch and produces a Gold Crown, which he offers to the man.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 6, 2008 16:43:56 GMT
"Move along there, lad, this not be the time for your drunken antics."
Dirks hands tighten around his rifle and keeps a close eye on the drunk man.
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Post by Lukav Nourabi on Sept 6, 2008 20:03:26 GMT
Lukav looks on bemused. For a priest, this Drayden fellow has a troublesome temper on him.
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Post by crymson on Sept 7, 2008 10:59:21 GMT
The drunk looks very carefully at Callum's sword, then at the Gold Crown offered by Randal. He reaches out, takes the gold crown, then turns away. Suddenly he swings his scimitar in a backwards arc towards Callum's head.
Only Callum and the drunk are going to be involved in the first round of combat. I need you to pick a random number, Callum.
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 7, 2008 11:35:43 GMT
"Infamy! Protect the priest!" yells Callum reacting to the scimitar by trying to catch it with his sword. Tavern drunk: Round 1 roll (1d10=7). Callum will pull any damage in favour of disarming the drunk or finishing retrieving his shield, whichever is the more logical
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Post by crymson on Sept 8, 2008 8:19:25 GMT
Callum blocks the drunken man's wild swing with ease. The force of the blow causes the drunk to drop the scimitar and stagger backwards, where he trips over a stool and falls backwards, cracking his skull against the edge of a table. A pool of blood forms beneath his head as he lays there, motionless.
Drayden leaps to his feet and rushes to the mans aid but, moments later, he turns to you with a lock of surprise in his eyes.
"He's dead..." he says, disbelievingly.
Suddenly a shout rings out from one of the tavern patrons: "Guards! Guards! Murderers!"
Drayden looks at you. "Get out of here," he says. "Do not let yourselves be arrested; it will be your word against theirs," he indicates the tavern patrons, "and the dead man was one of them. Retrieve the book and return to Kadan; I shall find you then."
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 8, 2008 9:51:02 GMT
"You damned fools!" hisses Randal, angrily cursing Callum and Drayden alike. "A little tact and we'd be able to leave at our leisure. Now we have to flee like fugitives!" Randal retrieves his coin from the floor where the dead man dropped it and gesticulates for the heavily-armoured Sommlending to lead the way out of the tavern.
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 8, 2008 17:14:53 GMT
"I shall not leave!" bellows Sir Callum standing forward. "The man's death was but a tragic accident brought on by his own fate! I shall not have my honour nor the honour of Sommerlund besmirched!"
Sir Callum takes a defensive posture infront of his companions to allow them to leave behind him, but he stands tall with a shield in his main hand and sword in his off hand. He lets the sword point rest in the ground, standing with head lifted proudly.
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