Speaking to Alaric in a calm voice," I know your kind, and I was meaning to say," speaking a little slower now, " Do not make pivotal decisions without speaking with the others. Now if you want to go raise your dress in the bushes than there is no need to ask.
Alaric looks like he is going to get angry for a second and then starts laughing uproariously. Look at us. The corpses of the battle are not even cold yet and we are already bickering like an old married couple. I hope you will understand but you are not my type in that regard. He smiles to show that he means no harm by the words. Now, I owe you an apology. I should not have spoken for you without your say so. I am quite good at such things though and that is no idle boast. You seem to be an expert in organization. My father used to say I couldn't organize myself into a decent set of clothes. We each have our own roles to play. How about we try and start again. I cannot see this venture succeeding without all of us working together.
Alaric reaches out his hand to Smendor and waits for his reply.
Speaking to Mykeal, the freed slave leader,
"You are the one called Mykeal, correct? I am curious as to what you will do now that you and your people are no longer slaves? My companions and I will render assistance if possible."Later...
Gideon looks over the loot with a very concentrated stare (Detect magic).
Gideon points at the mace of excellent quality and says,
"That mace there. It radiates magic. Let me see it for a moment and I will attempt to determine it's function."
Spellcraft with detect magic 1d20+7
Later Still...
Speaking to the others away from the freed slaves,
"I recommend we keep the huge tent. It could be useful later. Assuming his word is genuine the gold in the chest are not our spoils of war. However the horses alone are quite valuable if we can find a buyer. If Oleg want's a few I say we give them to him as compensation for all his trouble. Past that It would be a worthwhile endeavor to sell them and the rest of the bandits gear of course."
If no one has any objections Gideon will take the following for his personal use;
1 Cold weather outfit
1 of the large tents
1 bedroll
2 flasks of oil
1 healing potion (cure Lt wounds I assume?)
In reverse order...
The tents weigh about 150-200 lbs. They are heavy canvas and contain all matter of stakes to rest on, as well as pitons and ropes to fasten them. They can be used, if you have baggage horses and want to set them. But a tent this large is desinged to allow four people to store their goods, gear, and sleeping kits comfortably, and have enough space to stand errect. It would be rather tricky to take one with you, unless you plan on making your move with a horse dedicated to one tent. But it sure would be very warm![/b]
The mace is carved with dark runes, and strange figures; the symbol of beautiful lady is inlaid on the hilt of the mace... as the carving moves down the "legs" of the carving become like etched bones. It is a steel mace, and a +1 weapon. It radiates no "evil", but does seem to look unsavory...
Responding to Gideon
"I am squire Mykiel Kaid," he says cooly and proudly. You sense this is not a traditional "knight in training" squire, but rather, a minor heridtary position of the lowest standing. A person of gentry, if you will.
"I, and my people, were attacked by those scum who you slaughtered. We were brought to the south and met up with others. There are bandits in the area who have made routine raids against the southern outposts of Brevoy. We have no allies this far south... and but for your actions would have been killed by the scum in our cages. You have saved us, and if I would have my way, I would advocate the return of my people to the northlands and speak to my superiors on this point. They may have valuable information, and ideas for what to. I can promise you only that they will be in your debt for what you have done. But my intention is to take my people back north to Brevoy." he adds with a polite bow.
Though his body is weak and damaged from abuse, and his face looks haggard from lack of sleep and nourishment, he carries himself with the same mannerism of any proper nobleman; a sense of dignity they seem to posses, even if they are naked. It is that quality that makes you believe him.
You can roll for Hit Dice or just choose to take average.
After the battle and being healed Tessara wanders off to be by her self for a little bit. She is not happy about how easily she was rendered useless. I've been on the battlefield longer than most of these men have been alive, yet I was the first one down. This will not do...this will not happen again. As her mind continues to spin she reaches into her pack and pulls out the warn letter that she keeps with her and starts reading over it once again. After about half an hour she puts the note away and raises. While I don't feel much like being around the others, I would suspect they need my help and one never knows how quickly they will punish me if I don't give it. As the treasure is gathered together she looks at the silver religious symbol and tries to figure out its value.
As the slaves are brought in by Ry she looks to the leader. Why have you been taken prisoner? I'm pretty sure since we were dealing with the likes of bandits it wasn't for anything actually punishable but I want to make sure before we set you free.
1d20+4
The silver religious symbol is worth 50 GP in raw silver, though it may have a higher value for certain religious factions for... sentimental reasons.
Speaking to Mykeal, and making sure he has truth in his words about this money.
My name is Smendor Iron-Face merchant of all great things, and it is very nice to see there are more than mud, grass, and bandits outside the walls. Mykeal with winter, not but a few weeks into the future it would be very unwise to go back out into the surrounding area to start a life. Also walking right back into the wilderness without seemly much of any military support, or a good stock of food seems to be a hopeless adventure. I would recommend you speak with Oleg to secure safe lodging if not until spring than just until you and yours have their strength back. Smendor will shake his hand and welcome him to the camp fire.
Smendor is thinking about the best way to sell such a large number of items.
Speaking with Gideon and any others that area in that about the loot.If you can give me a little time to look over my books I should have a chance to get top value out of these items. O yes, if my knowledge is not failing me I have not really formal introduced myself. I am Smendor Iron-Face buy, seller, trader, and protector of what I am buy and selling.
Appraise check: 1d20+5
Appraise check: 1d20+5If no one objects to me taking a few of those items I think I really need one of those horses and
1 long bows
50 unspent arrows
1 suits of cold...
The silver idol is worth a bit more then the religious symbol. You sense it is made with well defined craftsmenship, and there IS quite a chunk of silver in it... at least 10 lbs or the stuff raw (you can look up THAT value in the book :)
But there is more too it... this thing is well crafted and would be worth something, much like the religious symbol... to the right person... that is.
Also, you are incorrect. The one called "The Drake" has not gone anywhere. In fact, he almost seems like he is waiting around for something, though he makes it a bold point to deliberately ignore Mykeal.
The scarab is what yo believe to be his holy symbol. The total for that has been given.
The total for the idol is higher; you deduce the base price of the raw silver to be 50 GP. Further, the crafing adds about 100 GP to it. Further, you would guess to a fellow priest of that god, or one of the followers of that god, you could get a flat 500 GP if you sold it intact to one of them.
Alaric looks upon the scene of all of this going on with a bemused smile on his face. Not so long ago we were at each others throats and now look, working together and having defeated a superior enemy. Alaric watches for a few minutes to see what everyone is doing and then speaks to the prisoners.
Welcome to all of you! It gladdens me to see that some good came out of the carnage today. I am sure that Oleg and Svetlana, the owners of this facility will be more than happy to have you here for as long as you desire. We are attempting to rid the area of the scourge of these bandits and you have my word that we will not rest until they are driven out and good people like yourselves can live out your lives in peace and prosperity! I, Alaric Winter, and my companions will see this done! Any who wish to remain here will find that there is safety in numbers. Before we go and sell these weapons and equipment, we will give any who wish to fight for their lives and lands against these bandits the opportunity to do so, and perhaps in so doing you will be able to help us build a better future here in these lands for our children and grandchildren to come!
Alaric will give a bow and move among the people, stopping here and there to listen to any concerns people may have or problems that need solving. He will fix any that he can fix immediately and those that he can't he will sincerely state that he will attempt to find someone that can fix it.
For this, I will need a Diplomacy Check to see what happens... specifically what happens.
As you extend your hand for the formal hand shake you see that Smendor does have two steel gauntlets on. Smendor walks right over to Alaric and waits a few seconds before speaking. I think I might hurt your little dainty fingers. It is time for a test. I will give you one clean swing to my face with your clean fist. I will not even move. Go on give it a poke see if ya got any man in ya. Smendor stations the side of his face at the right distance for a good swing.
Ry remembers the poor dead girl from the wagon. She's contrite for not remembering earlier but she had a lot of her mind and was tired to boot.
"Good Oleg, can you please find the rest of my companions and ask one of them if they would be so kind as to see the burial of that unfortunate soul in the wagon?" It's a young woman." She made note to ask Mykeal the name of the woman once he was rested.
"Your pardon, lady,"Squire Kaid says with a bow that at one point may have been graceful, though now he seems rather weak.
"Her name? Yes... a Anna Cookswyfe, if I am not mistaken, though I do not recall it properly, we were not truly aloud to speak," he adds with some grace, though in almost dismissive tone.
"Though you are right, we should attend to her, of course!"
Ry remembers the poor dead girl from the wagon. She's contrite for not remembering earlier but she had a lot of her mind and was tired to boot.
"Good Oleg, can you please find the rest of my companions and ask one of them if they would be so kind as to see the burial of that unfortunate soul in the wagon?" It's a young woman." She made note to ask Mykeal the name of the woman once he was rested.
"Your pardon, lady,"Squire Kaid says with a bow that at one point may have been graceful, though now he seems rather weak.
"Her name? Yes... a Anna Cookswyfe, if I am not mistaken, though I do not recall it properly, we were not truly aloud to speak," he adds with some grace, though in almost dismissive tone.
"Though you are right, we should attend to her, of course!"
"Least there is a name we can use when saying a few words upon her burial." Ry thought how horrible it would be to die nameless and unknown.
"Squire Kaid, would you not care to take respite? I have attended to the others in your group." It seemed the man was determined to hold onto his dignity until he collapsed! Ry ignored the previous dismal she heard behind Kaid's 'polite' manners.
As you extend your hand for the formal hand shake you see that Smendor does have two steel gauntlets on. Smendor walks right over to Alaric and waits a few seconds before speaking. I think I might hurt your little dainty fingers. It is time for a test. I will give you one clean swing to my face with your clean fist. I will not even move. Go on give it a poke see if ya got any man in ya. Smendor stations the side of his face at the right distance for a good swing.
Alaric grins, having met a few dwarves before, kind of thought this might be coming eventually. He sets down his staff and takes a moment...then punches the dwarf as hard as he possibly can.
Alaric then steps back, wringing his hand a bit, and says, Ok fair is fair. Your turn. He grimaces a bit but stands still knowing that you are far stronger than he is.
As you extend your hand for the formal hand shake you see that Smendor does have two steel gauntlets on. Smendor walks right over to Alaric and waits a few seconds before speaking. I think I might hurt your little dainty fingers. It is time for a test. I will give you one clean swing to my face with your clean fist. I will not even move. Go on give it a poke see if ya got any man in ya. Smendor stations the side of his face at the right distance for a good swing.
Alaric grins, having met a few dwarves before, kind of thought this might be coming eventually. He sets down his staff and takes a moment...then punches the dwarf as hard as he possibly can.
Alaric then steps back, wringing his hand a bit, and says, Ok fair is fair. Your turn. He grimaces a bit but stands still knowing that you are far stronger than he is.
Gideon watches the odd exchange and can't help but have a half smile of amusement cross his face. :-)
Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to either method, and leave the choice in your hands,” he adds with a seeming very polite gesture.
Drake says nothing but pulls out a knife and slices off a quid of tobacco, chews a bit, then spits and keeps chewing.
”Meanwhile, the weather is cold. I will need proper quarters for myself, but then I must truly return north. No later then tomorrow, for we must beat the weather. I feel that at this distance we should be home in less then two weeks, and two weeks at most. As such, we may make a proper camp with this tent, or not, but it must be done soon. I would prefer the chance to sleep behind these walls, at least for tonight… the bandits may come back… that could be very bad; for the children, of course.”
He pauses from his speech and looks at the sky, ignoring the others for now.
”Apologies all; I am weary and tired, and quite hungry besides. he says after a moment. I need food, then a bed. But I do like the idea of washing up. I may have been a bit abrupt, this is true. But you no doubt sense the truth in my words. Now, please excuse me. Gerard, see to it that proper quarters are made for me within the walls. I shall rest soon presently,” he says with a bold word of command and somewhat dismissive way to the older man who stands with him. Then, as he heads into Oleg’s house to “wash up” he calls over his shoulder.
”By the by, I am not jesting about the sentence regarding that Highwayman in your midst. I wish the affair to be settled by the time the sun goes down, if you don’t mind,” he finishes over his shoulder, though it hardly seems like a request.
Fortitude Save:
Smendor does not loose is feet, but is eyes get very loose and his response seems to take just a little longer to come out than you would have expected. That was a good poke, a good poke indeed. Smendor removes his gauntlet from his left hand and winds up for his own swing.
Nonlethal:
Alaric gets rocked and actually stumbles backwards spinning around a bit before hitting the ground. He gets up after a moment and says,
...and that...is why I fight with spells. Gah! Your fist is as hard as a rock.
Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to either method, and leave the choice in...
Ry listened to Mykeal Kaid's speech. It rankled her, his superior attitude and presumption that his commands would be undertaken without question or conscience.
She walked over to her companions and quietly said, "We're not going to do as he says, right? I mean, Drake aided us and honourably so. Does not that give us sufficient reason to keep him from the noose?"
Words from Oleg
In due time the dishes have been fairly cleaned up, and Svetlana is helping the children to cuddle up in the hay in the barn. You had suggested the bunks, but apparently the idea sleeping close together appeals to them; they seem to afraid to be separated from each other, as if being taken to private rooms may lead to horrible things.
Kaid has gone to bed, taking one of the private rooms, and is sleeping in a bunk with the one called Gerard is standing in front of the room. He is now equally armed with a short sword, and wearing some damaged leather armor, but is generally ignored.
All of the children are now asleep, except for the eldest girl, about sixteen or seventeen you think, who has made casual overtones around Drake. Drake seems to be about twenty five or so, though it is hard to tell. In either case, he has not rebuffed her kindness, nor has he encouraged it. He simply treats her like he has been treating everyone.
You notice Drake has done every task asked of him, and moved with a stoic, wordless courtesy. He doesn’t argue or complain, and he has not made move to ride off. You wonder at that, since apparently the one called Kaid has pronounced a death sentence on his head.
The girl seems somewhat exotic; she has a western accent, with a slight lilt to it. Her eyes are dark brown, her skin milk white and her hair jet black. She introduces herself as Dasha and seems content to follow around Drake, trying to help him as best as she can, though he doesn’t really talk to her.
By now everyone has gone to sleep, except, no doubt, or stalwart party. Drake has asked what you want done with the bodies. When no answer is forthcoming, he takes the Eidelon and Leto out back (they claim they wish to make sure he is being honest), and the one called Dasha hurries after, to “help”.
After all this Oleg lets out a contented sigh and helps himself to some cold stag and mug of steaming coffee. When he finishes he fills a pipe and begins to smoke.
”Well, I can’t say it went as planned, but it sure as hell did better then I thought,”he said with smile around the pipe stem.
”But let’s talk business, if you folks don’t mind, eh? he begins in a matter of fact way, as if squaring up to a monster of his own, especially after eyeing the dwarf.
”Here’s your lot, out in the wilderness with nothing to do, and nowhere to go, except bandit hunting. And here I am, a poor homebody with a shop selling a depleted stock of provisional gear to wandering trackers and traders. If only there were someway we could help each other…” he says, laying the groundwork for a very obvious opening.
”If only,”Brett answers, sending a smoker ring to drift over Oleg’s head. The gesture was more comical then anything, and Brett leans back comfortably. Talking this kind of business is something that is best done comfortably, and after a good meal and during a pipe. Brett glances at himself and realizes he is well prepared for Oleg’s words.
”Here’s my offer, and I see it a fair one, no denying it,” Oleg says with a slow nod.
”Take whatever you want, let me keep the rest. I have a place to store it in my walls, a bit of a vault, if you will, and keep it safe. Now, when trappers come by here, as they normally do, they’ll need things. I’ll be the lad who can provide them. Of course, they’re YOUR things, but I’ll do you right fair; I’ll do all the leg-work, storing your merchandise, and keeping it besides. And I’ll only ask for a token of… fifteen percent, less expenses; for feed and such for the horses!’
”Seems a bit pricey…”Brett says slowly, as if thinking it over, looking at Smendor for the cue. Though Brett is shrewd enough and knows his way around a good bargain, a classically trained merchant may be better at bargaining then he is.
”Ahh…but you didn’t let me finish,”Oleg says hastily. ”Not only will I keep and tend your goods safe, and sell them, but I’ll put on lists commissions for you. So, for example, while you’re traipsing about the open plains hunting out bandits and such, and you say “I wonder if I could find a trusty bear trap”… or some such… why, you’ll already have put it on your shopping list, so to speak. And when the next bear hunter comes in looking to buy a horse, I’ll sell him the horse, less the cost of the bear trap, which I can put in your name! What do you think?”
”So you’re saying, not only will your store our goods, but you’ll take a wish list of items we want and use the money you’ve earned selling our “cut” that we turn over to you, and buy gear for us? Hmm… sounds like you have a lot of room to skim off the top,” Brett says with pert frown.
”Not at all!Oleg says with a hurt look. ”I hardly have anything to sell out here anyway. You’re goods and gear will make up for it easy. And that’ll help lots, believe me. We’ll all be fair, I won’t skim anything, well… maybe a dip here and there, but nothing TOO out of line…,” he adds hopefully.
”I’m nearly convinced,”Brett says with shrug. ”But what about YOU lads, er… lads and lasses. What do YOU think on this turn of events?”
Smendor's attention is pulled from his little game, and he goes to help Gerard with his tent. Lets get this job done and get you some rest
Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to either method, and leave the choice in...
Alaric dusts himself off and says to Ry, Of course not. Let me handle this. He walks over to Kaid and says, You are correct sir those crimes ARE punishable by death, and we will execute any bandit or highwayman we find...that does not repent and atone for those actions. Those are the EXACT words of our charter. We only have the right to execute unrepentant bandits and highwaymen. Drake over there, swore to work off his debt and atone for his prior actions. He helped us in the battle against your captors, a battle which he helped win which allowed you and your family to be freed.
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...Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to either method, and
"That man... nothing like the Duke was, m'lady! NO sir! The duke is a fine man, while this little popinjay thinks nobility means he is born into respect. In my books you EARN respect, and he's done little to do that. Now, you take that Drake fellow... strange that they seem to know each other, yet none's spoke on it... Wonder why that is... eh? Now Drake's out back doing more work, and being right AND propper... well, Brevoy's a bit north o' here, and out o' HIS jurisdiction, I say. In this land none has right to kill but him's that got the charter. We do, this squire lad don't. We make the choice, and even HE knows it... now Drake, he be a bad 'un, aye. Or how bad is he? Why, WE don't know... he done everything propper to make up for it, even risking his life for ours. Why, he might o' run off besides, if he wanted, but he DIDN'T, so that speaks well on him. Now, by Charter law if he be repentful, that is, if he be SORRY, then I say he is forgiven. And he be a right 'un with the young folk, even the girl child be moonin' over him, and he didn't use it. That speaks good on him, too, I say! If you ask me, when push comes to shove, I'll back him. But remember, this here little party be a demo-cracy! Which means we all vote. If the others vote to end him, well, I won't stop them, but I wish they hadn't."he adds with a nod.
"Still, our lot strikes me as the type that doesn't like killing for no reason... but then, how'll that sit with little lord cock-a-whoop? Gods's know. But I'm curious on what happened to that last bandit, the chief, the one they called "Happs". Where did he go, what is he doing? Is he trying to get more support? Who knows... Why, the ones who traveled with him, likely. I suppose we could go ask sleepy, but he's taking his nap... needs lots o' beauty sleep no doubt. But what about that gaurd fellow... o' course, there is the lass with Drake. Would you like to question eihter on their plans and information? I'll take the other of the two from who you pick," he says the last helpfully.
Smendor's attention is pulled from his little game, and he goes to help Gerard with his tent. Lets get this job done and get you some rest
Gerard is already inside the building where you guys where sleeping. He is currently standing guard at the door to one of the rooms that house a bunk, and the bunk is where Kaid is sleeping. He is not moving to put the tent, and despite his worn features, shows no sign of being 'restful'.
...Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to either method, and
Actually, Kaid went to take a nap, litterally. He plans on rising for dinner, and seeing the man Drake hang. He has so told his 'bodygaurd' Gerard, who stands at his door.
You may revisit your entire speech at dinner, and try to lump in, or adjust, your diplomacy checks as needed then. Between now and dinner, you may want to try another tactic.
...Words from Kaid
From the steaming kitchen Brett is toddling fast with kettles and some large pots. Behind him is Svetlana, carrying platters which she lays out on the tables under the heavy covering in front of the main house.
”Ho! Lads, Ho lasses, and all ye children of them above; soups on!” he calls out. This draws the attention of the hungry children almost immediately, but they do not rush for food, but move slowly and cautiously, as though not ready for the possibility of trust… yet.
But Brett has a way with the children and before long has them laughing or at least smiling shyly at his capering and antics; from blowing smoke rings to juggling spoons, to dancing on the tables.
By now all (that is, from the wagon) have sat down to the meal Brett prepared with Svetlana and are enjoying it. The exception to this is that Mykeal Kaid and the older man who was with him (this older man stands by Kaid almost as if he was a bodyguard). Kaid is outside with the gear, which has been brought forward to the main gate, though has not been taken inside, because of the size of the cage.
Robert “The Drake” Tyrell lounges against the column of the gate, watching Kaid, who makes it a point to ignore him. You notice at this point that Drake is now wearing leather armor and a green cloak, not unlike the ones he had before. Further, he is wearing a short sword. His hand is resting on the hilt, but also pushing it obviously forward, as if to prove a point, though he says nothing.
”I can see that you are all good people,” Kaid says. ”Excellent! Rest assured, when I have returned to my homeland and made my intentions clear you shall be well-rewarded. That I promise you. But before we do anything, we first have business,” Kaid adds in a matter of fact way.
”That man,”he says, pointing at Drake ”is a bandit and a highway robber. For such crimes death by the rope or sword is prescribed. I would prefer noose, but I am not partial to
"I don't mind asking some questions because I sure would like some answers. But as to that young girl mooning after Drake, wouldn't it better if we asked him to talk with her? I have a feeling if I ask, she may become mute or at the least indifferent or suspicious. But, since she seems to have a thing for Drake, he could 'persuade' her easily enough, don't you think? Even you may stand a better chance at persuading the Dasha lass to talk ... " Ariarh let the sentence trail off.
"As to that Gerard fellow, I honestly think Alaric would have the best chance with that one. I could be present, though, in case I can offer any assistance. I should go and speak to Alaric first and hear his thoughts on the matter."
Note to players
Two quick things. I haven't heard anything from "Leto" this weekend, and today, even though several players pointed out to me he's been positing on other Play by Post sights with other alias. Point is, he's available to post, he's not posting here. Do we still keep him? I figure we give him a day or so, if no post forthcomming, we can just ease him out. What do YOU guys have to say? Let me know on that.
Next, concernign today's experience...
I mean to give out XP each week. But today I am feeling saucy... since everyone made posts today, you all get XP.
For people one level 1 you get 65 XP
For people on level 2 you get 100 XP
If your new total pushes you to level 2, take it. For HP you can either roll and post it, or take average (round up).
Note to players
Two quick things. I haven't heard anything from "Leto" this weekend, and today, even though several players pointed out to me he's been positing on other Play by Post sights with other alias. Point is, he's available to post, he's not posting here. Do we still keep him? I figure we give him a day or so, if no post forthcomming, we can just ease him out. What do YOU guys have to say? Let me know on that.
Note to players
Two quick things. I haven't heard anything from "Leto" this weekend, and today, even though several players pointed out to me he's been positing on other Play by Post sights with other alias. Point is, he's available to post, he's not posting here. Do we still keep him? I figure we give him a day or so, if no post forthcomming, we can just ease him out. What do YOU guys have to say? Let me know on that.
Next, concernign today's experience...
I mean to give out XP each week. But today I am feeling saucy... since everyone made posts today, you all get XP.
For people one level 1 you get 65 XP
For people on level 2 you get 100 XP
If your new total pushes you to level 2, take it. For HP you can either roll and post it, or take average (round up).
I like saucy. ;-)
Gideon will Be sleeping lightly and watching over drake, if possible without his knowledge. Remember Gideon can see in the dark and he'll be using this to his advantage.
Note to players
Two quick things. I haven't heard anything from "Leto" this weekend, and today, even though several players pointed out to me he's been positing on other Play by Post sights with other alias. Point is, he's available to post, he's not posting here. Do we still keep him? I figure we give him a day or so, if no post forthcomming, we can just ease him out. What do YOU guys have to say? Let me know on that.
Next, concernign today's experience...
I mean to give out XP each week. But today I am feeling saucy... since everyone made posts today, you all get XP.
For people one level 1 you get 65 XP
For people on level 2 you get 100 XP
If your new total pushes you to level 2, take it. For HP you can either roll and post it, or take average (round up).
I like saucy. ;-)
Gideon will Be sleeping lightly and watching over drake, if possible without his knowledge. Remember Gideon can see in the dark and he'll be using this to his advantage.
No worries, but it is mid-afternoon. Drake is outside tending to the dead bodies of the bandits, under the supervision of Leto and his Eidelon, and the girl Dasha.
Smendor is thinking about Oleg's offer. He is crunching the numbers in his head and thinking about travel times if the group where to sell everything on their own.
He does know for sure there is not room in this little Trade Post for that many animals. The barn will not hold more than 6, so he is not sure how Oleg will even stable them.
Smendor also knows he is not going to sell them all before winter and from the looks of it there is not enough winter feed for that many when the weather gets really bad either.
It may be best to sell of most of it and put some into oleg's shop but all of the horses cannot stay here.
Merchant Check:
info to players
1. Please let me know what you think of Oleg's proposal direclty.
2. Please let me know directly what you think about having Leto still on. I don't mind either way, but a reasonable time limit for not posting seems fair, escpially with other people asking me to join. Just let me know what you think.
3. Please email me your updated information if you have raised level. By now this should include everyone but Leto and Ariarh.
4. Finally, let me know what your comments are regarding Drake
Okay...
I've been gone all day, so I've been posting a lot to catch up, but I'm posting tons! So I will slow down, and bounce on in an hour and see what everyone is doing.
Smendor is thinking about Oleg's offer. He is crunching the numbers in his head and thinking about travel times if the group where to sell everything on their own.
He does know for sure there is not room in this little Trade Post for that many animals. The barn will not hold more than 6, so he is not sure how Oleg will even stable them.
Smendor also knows he is not going to sell them all before winter and from the looks of it there is not enough winter feed for that many when the weather gets really bad either.
It may be best to sell of most of it and put some into oleg's shop but all of the horses cannot stay here.
Merchant Check: 1d20+7
The only way you can sell the horses is if you take them to a buyer with the appropriate gold. That may not be possible. Whatever Oleg gets for the horses he will give you 85% of the cut.
HOWEVER, that seems a little high. General buyer's market is about 10%. You think he is playing hardball though, only because he expects to bargain down to 10%. It is a formality. Hemming and hawing will drop his price to 10% of all sales.
As for horses, you can try to stable them yourselves, and wait to find a buyer yourself, but there are other things out there to do...
If you agree with Oleg's new plan of ten percent...
Let me know. I am taking a 60 minute break from posting to let everyone catch up. If you agree with Oleg's proposal we will split the cost of stuff between players. Then, you can decide what you want to do with your loot. Just let me know...
Alaric is amenable to 10%.
Speaking to Alaric alone ,"There is no way we should let that much money walk out the door under the eye of an old man servant and a few kids, and only a crazy person would try such a stupid trip.
Ariarh is amenable to the 10%.
Speaking to Alaric alone ,"There is no way we should let that much money walk out the door under the eye of an old man servant and a few kids, and only a crazy person would try such a stupid trip.
I agree but what is to be done. It is theirs by rights and we have no claim to it. Would you send some of us with them? We have work here with the bandits and we dare not leave Oleg undefended. Especially after what just happened. I doubt this Stag Lord will take it kindly that his people were killed.
Smendor is also good with a the 10% cut. Oleg I think we have deal, but i have one last stipulation. I will be keeping my own books on any of the goods we have in your market. I would also like to speak with any of the traders that move though these parts so I know who is doing what. There could be good market opportunists we are missing.
You can all see Smendor has a medium size book of about 50 pages that he uses as reference material.
Speaking to Alaric alone ,"There is no way we should let that much money walk out the door under the eye of an old man servant and a few kids, and only a crazy person would try such a stupid trip.I agree but what is to be done. It is theirs by rights and we have no claim to it. Would you send some of us with them? We have work here with the bandits and we dare not leave Oleg undefended. Especially after what just happened. I doubt this Stag Lord will take it kindly that his people were killed.
Ry sees Alaric and Smendor talking quietly between themselves. She generally doesn't like interrupting private conversations but she needs to speak to Alaric about questioning Gerard, Squire Kaid's bodyguard.
Ry makes up her mind to go over to the two. "Excuse me, gentleman. I don't mean to disturb your privacy here, but Alaric I need to speak with you about questioning the squire's bodyguard." She waits presently for a response, maintaining eye contact with one and then the other companion.
Tess waits for the negotiations to be over, trusting the men to have a better perspective on how to get the best out of the deal Oleg was proposing. After they are done Tess stands and clears her throat and if that doesn't get everyone's attention she will bang her fist on the table. Now that we have that business out of the way there is another matter I want to address. Her eyes can over the entire party and she looks somewhat distressed. We have been called here together and while there is no reason to trust each other and it's been made remarkably clear that some of us don't trust others in this group there is no denying we are here together and to survive we must work together. This inner-party squabbling and testing of each others powers has to stop. I understand its how some...men find common ground but I ask that when you are in the presence of myself and guests that are visiting the store, we keep our hands to ourselves. If this is a problem I will not hesitate to do what my mom used to do to me when I used to fight with my cousins, I will put people in corners, and if I need to I won't hesitate to put anyone over my knee. We must live up to our apparent reputations here.
She pauses and lets her point sink in, her eyes roaming over the group before she continues. Now that we have that dealt with there is the matter of dividing up our findings from the last fight with the bandits. I myself only desire the use of one of the horses, my share of the gold found, and possibly the breastplate if no one else needs it.
Ry makes up her mind to go over to the two. "Excuse me, gentleman. I don't mean to disturb your privacy here, but Alaric I need to speak with you about questioning the squire's bodyguard." She waits presently for a response, maintaining eye contact with one and then the other companion.
Alaric looks up and smiles at Ry, Ah my savior from the battle. What, pray tell, may I do for you? He looks at you intently as you tell him about questioning the bodyguard. Of course, of course. That definitely needs investigating. Let us go see what he has to say? Alaric offers his arm to Ry and heads towards where the bodyguard is.
Speaking to Alaric alone ,"There is no way we should let that much money walk out the door under the eye of an old man servant and a few kids, and only a crazy person would try such a stupid trip.I agree but what is to be done. It is theirs by rights and we have no claim to it. Would you send some of us with them? We have work here with the bandits and we dare not leave Oleg undefended. Especially after what just happened. I doubt this Stag Lord will take it kindly that his people were killed.
Reply to Alaric,"The best way to know what is intentions are would be to offer him an escort if only for a few days. We can spare the odd one and his large servant.
I would also like to be around when you speak of such things so I can judge the truth of his words.
Speaking to Alaric alone ,"There is no way we should let that much money walk out the door under the eye of an old man servant and a few kids, and only a crazy person would try such a stupid trip.I agree but what is to be done. It is theirs by rights and we have no claim to it. Would you send some of us with them? We have work here with the bandits and we dare not leave Oleg undefended. Especially after what just happened. I doubt this Stag Lord will take it kindly that his people were killed.
Reply to Alaric,"The best way to know what is intentions are would be to offer him an escort if only for a few days. We can spare the odd one and his large servant.
I would also like to be around when you speak of such things so I can judge the truth of his words.
To Tess before we leave: My apologies my lady. It will not happen again I assure you. Smendor and I just needed to bury the hatchet so to speak and in the future we will make sure to do so in private but I do not believe it will be necessary.
To Smendor: Perhaps, but we should ask him what he thinks of it and I would be happy to have you with us. I am good at talking...not so good at listening I'm afraid.
Alaric looks up and smiles at Ry, Ah my savior from the battle. What, pray tell, may I do for you? He looks at you intently as you tell him about questioning the bodyguard. Of course, of course. That definitely needs investigating. Let us go see what he has to say? Alaric offers his arm to Ry and heads towards where the bodyguard is.
Ry makes up her mind to go over to the two. "Excuse me, gentleman. I don't mean to disturb your privacy here, but Alaric I need to speak with you about questioning the squire's bodyguard." She waits presently for a response, maintaining eye contact with one and then the other companion.
Ry readily accepts Alaric's proffered arm with a smile. She liked his polite manners and was beginning to get used to them.
"Brett says we need more information about Kaid's plans. I mean the uppity-man thinks he can do as he pleases without heeding the thoughts of others. I can assist, if you need me to "charm" the guard, but I didn't think he would talk to me directly. He hasn't said a word to anyone so far."
Alaric looks up and smiles at Ry, Ah my savior from the battle. What, pray tell, may I do for you? He looks at you intently as you tell him about questioning the bodyguard. Of course, of course. That definitely needs investigating. Let us go see what he has to say? Alaric offers his arm to Ry and heads towards where the bodyguard is.
Ry makes up her mind to go over to the two. "Excuse me, gentleman. I don't mean to disturb your privacy here, but Alaric I need to speak with you about questioning the squire's bodyguard." She waits presently for a response, maintaining eye contact with one and then the other companion.
Ry readily accepts Alaric's proffered arm with a smile. She liked his polite manners and was beginning to get used to them.
"Brett says we need more information about Kaid's plans. I mean the uppity-man thinks he can do as he pleases without heeding the thoughts of others. I can assist, if you need me to "charm" the guard, but I didn't think he would talk to me directly. He hasn't said a word to anyone so far."
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Tess waits for the negotiations to be over, trusting the men to have a better perspective on how to get the best out of the deal Oleg was proposing. After they are done Tess stands and clears her throat and if that doesn't get everyone's attention she will bang her fist on the table. Now that we have that business out of the way there is another matter I want to address. Her eyes can over the entire party and she looks somewhat distressed. We have been called here together and while there is no reason to trust each other and it's been made remarkably clear that some of us don't trust others in this group there is no denying we are here together and to survive we must work together. This inner-party squabbling and testing of each others powers has to stop. I understand its how some...men find common ground but I ask that when you are in the presence of myself and guests that are visiting the store, we keep our hands to ourselves. If this is a problem I will not hesitate to do what my mom used to do to me when I used to fight with my cousins, I will put people in corners, and if I need to I won't hesitate to put anyone over my knee. We must live up to our apparent reputations here.
She pauses and lets her point sink in, her eyes roaming over the group before she continues. Now that we have that dealt with there is the matter of dividing up our findings from the last fight with the bandits. I myself only desire the use of one of the horses, my share of the gold found, and possibly the breastplate if no one else needs it.
Ry smiles quietly, head a little down so as to not directly offend any of the males. She was beginning to respect Tess' way of not mincing words and not permitting the men to push her aside. Secretly, Ariarh would love to see Tess put someone in the corner or even smack them soundly on their behinds (as long as it wasn't hers!). They have been acting like little boys to date with their preening egos and showing off. Ry made note to try and get to know the other female in their motley party.
To Tess,"I think I will be doing what I want, but I see the wisdom in your words. Our work here would be less fruitful if no one can see though their black eyes. Looking back at Alaric
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Okay some of you have posted the answers, some all over the place. I just need things succinct. Also, I need to get the updated character sheets. That should be from everyone except from Ariarh.
1. Please let me know what you think of Oleg's proposal direclty.
2. Please let me know directly what you think about having Leto still on. I don't mind either way, but a reasonable time limit for not posting seems fair, escpially with other people asking me to join. Just let me know what you think.
3. Please email me your updated information if you have raised level. By now this should include everyone but Leto and Ariarh.
4. Finally, let me know what your comments are regarding Drake
Those are the questions. If you could write it like
1. Oleg's proposal is great/not great
2. Leto can still post if he does X
3. My updated character sheet is in the mail
4. I will fight to help Drake, to hurt Drake, or remain neutral.
Sorry for the crazy guidelines here... It just makes it a lot easier for me to find out everyone's answers.