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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 27, 2008 8:26:23 GMT
Panting, Dirk eventually catches up to the others.
"Hoy mates.....let's....set a spell...firstly, while I catch my breath.....then to wait for Callum...."
Dirk slumps down onto the street curb and takes a few deep breaths.
"He's gone to get us rides for our journey."
Looking around at his companions faces, Dirk stands and starts to laugh raucously.
"Hahaha! What a to-do, eh me fellows! Nothing like a good ole bar room brawl to get the blood pumpin'!"
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Post by crymson on Sept 28, 2008 5:52:08 GMT
As Callum heads off to find some mounts, the rest of you use the chance to gather your breath and regroup.
It takes Callum perhaps half an hour to find a horse seller. "'Tis a fine day, good sir," he says as Callum approaches.
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 28, 2008 7:20:14 GMT
Randal is also out of breath after his run and takes a moment to recover sufficiently to answer the dwarf. "It gets the legs pumping too," he says. "Do you suppose that fool of a knight can make it out of town without accidentally burning it to the ground and slaughtering the populace?"
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 28, 2008 8:26:18 GMT
Sir Callum curses the time it has taken, but at least it has given him time to think. He realises that he has been isolated from the day to day business of others, and has no idea what his pouch of gold would secure him.
An idea formed in his mind, although not a happy one. Still, his mission is paramount, as is the needs of his companions. His own possessions must, regrettably, come second if it does not jeopardise the mission.
To speed up the game, I shall type alot of dialogue assumign silent consent from the seller, but can edit it if a reaction requires a change in tactics
"It is indeed!" booms the knight on being greeted, and with practised skill that comes naturally in concert with such a fine mount, Sir Callum stops and dismounts quickly.
"Do you recognise my crest and mount?" asked Sir Callum.
"I am Sir Callum Darmoon, a Knight of Sommerlund, and I find myself with companions less suited to a journey we must undertake than myself." Callum strokes the mane of his mount in what passes for affection. "This is one of the finest steeds in Sommerlund, if not the freelands. A warhorse of the best stock of my family trained by the finest handlers of the Knighthood and my own hand."
Sir Callum faces the seller. "Sadly, of no use currently if my companions do not have similar steeds to speed our way." Sir Callum draws himself up. "I wish to obtain the use of three to six riding horses for a journey westwards, lasting a fortnight if not longer. I can pay twenty-three crowns for the service, but more importantly I would leave my own steed in your care as a sign of my earnest intent to return."
Sir Callum has removed his helm, looking the man directly in the eye. "Should I not return in good time, then you may fear the worst - that I have failed in the task and my life forfeit. I have no heir yet, sadly. I therefore have no hesitation, in that regard, for you to pass this fine steed to a deserving noble or warrior."
"Would this be an acceptable offer?"
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Post by crymson on Sept 28, 2008 8:58:00 GMT
The horse seller scratches his balding head, considering the knights proposal.
"Well sir, 'tis a find steed indeed. But each of my fine 'orses are also magnif'nt specimens."
He scratches his head again thoughtfully.
"I might consider a trade, but would require more than 23 Crowns, brave sir. Say, 50 Crowns?"
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 28, 2008 11:57:29 GMT
Sir Callum's expression falls, and he regards the man coldly.
"I am sorry for having wasted you time. Good day."
With that Sir Callum strides back around his horse, dons his helmet, and leaps back on to the back of his warhorse. He curses the time this has cost at no benefit, and begins to move off towards the gate considering alternate plans.
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Post by Lukav Nourabi on Sept 28, 2008 13:47:09 GMT
"Forget about the knight leaving the city - what about the rest of us?" says Lukav. "And are any of you actually considering being guided by the wisdom of that mad priest?"
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 28, 2008 15:25:24 GMT
Dirk scratches his chin through his beard.
"Well, I do say that its a bit strange that the priest did just fly out the door at the first sign of trouble. And now is nowhere to be found!"
The dwarf stands and streches.
"Still, I would like to get to the bottom of what he was sayin'. I doubt these dreams of ours will stop just 'cause we met some priest in a bar!"
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Post by Coll Ewen on Sept 29, 2008 3:26:40 GMT
Coll leans against a wall near the others.
'I agree, I'm more than a bit curious to see where what he had to say takes us, despite how quick he was to call everyone, including us, fools.'
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Post by crymson on Sept 29, 2008 9:29:12 GMT
"Sir knight!" shouts the horse seller at Callum's retreating figure. "Per'aps there is somethin' else you can offer me? Say, your magnif'nt shield?"
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 29, 2008 13:40:42 GMT
Randal says, "That priest dragged us all here, I'd like him by our side when we skip merrily into the jaws of whatever doom awaits us all."
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 29, 2008 17:42:07 GMT
Sir Callum does not even deem the comment worthy of stopping and giving a cold look to. He has wasted enough time here. The man, like sadly many in this city, lacks an empathy and virtue that he is used to in his homeland. That a Knight, especially one of Valour, would give up the shield that symbolically and practically demonstrates his code is a foolish thought born of greed and spite.
It makes Sir Callum sad, and more it makes him again doubt true kinship with the priest. The man ran very quickly ran away, showing a lack of moral vigour more in keeping with those of this place.
More determined to regroup with the companions of true worth he has met and waste no more time, Sir Callum spurs on his horse forward.
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Post by crymson on Sept 30, 2008 9:50:30 GMT
After an hour or so, Callum rejoins the rest of the group. Coll's Tracking ability reveals that the Drayden still headed towards the west gate but his instincts tell him he is perhaps still in the city itself.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 30, 2008 9:55:18 GMT
Dirk stands as the knight arrives back with the group.
"Hoy lad, no luck with the other mounts then eh?"
The dwarf scratches his beard again. While the night had certainly been interesting, it was starting to worry him.
"Right, well whats the plan then lads. Coll 'ere reckons although the priest went this-a-way, he reckons he's still hidin' out somewhere in the city. Im inclined to agree with him too."
Dirk hitches his rifle over his shoulder.
"So I reckons we have a choice here fellas. Either we scour this damn city for the priest, or make our way to the west gate and hope he's hold out there with his tail between his legs. I for one have some choice words I'd like to share with our friend Drayden...."
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 30, 2008 10:18:26 GMT
"I will go into the city centre and look for our priest," says Randal. "I need to purchase alchemical ingredients anyway. I think we should split into smaller groups and search the area, then return here in a few hours, preferably with the priest in tow."
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