Memory Lane PBP (Inactive)

Game Master Winterwalker

I unlike my companions require a bit more information before signing on with just anybody.

The first would be to see the face of the man I will be undoubtedly be risking my life for. This is your ship and as such should be adequately protected to show the face of the master we will be working for.

Secondly just what goal's must be met? I don't take job's blindly, I require enough information to make a informed choice.

He looks in your direction, Duneriur.

"If it were only that easy. No I'm afraid I cannot, there are a great many 'beings' that would sense my presence should I remove this armor. They would cause no end of misery to get to me, and probably go through you should they link us together. This is why I need you to act as my arms."

"I am most intrigued but like most here I need to know specifics such as have been asked for. How do you come to choose the tasks you would assign to us and what do you expect as your share?"

"The tasks are chosen not by me, I don't know where they come from to tell you the truth, for I am just the messaenger.

Nor do I ever remember what is said when the message is delivered. All I know is when the next message comes, it will be soon."

"Let's talk contracts. I'm not one to be bound limb, favor, soul, and means to anything. How long is this "service" to last? What if we want out early?"

Alvartus squints his eyes at their host, looking for anything memorable or distinctive under that armor. He appears unphased by the sudden appearance.

The armor itself is unique, bulky and full. It looks almost melded to his form, it is a custom fit and engineered/crafted in a way that makes it impossible to see anything besides the armor itself. It's obviously worth a great deal being made of thick mithral and being engraved by an experts hand.

"These are not binding, no pacts, no blood, nothing like that. I am in fact more in your need than you are mine. As for contracts, lets call them missions, you will act under my leadership, you will fly my colors, and try to accomplish the goals I set forth, in turn I will compensate you as you see fit. be that money, information, knowing you fought evil, anything you desire in that regards I could acquire."

"I require nothing more than a commitment to try and accomplish whatever goals I set forth when I receive them."

I arch an eyebrow as Able makes his speech. Then I smile.

"I am afraid my services are not for hire. But if your missions are worthy, I will gladly partake and should you choose to aid me in the pursuit of worthy goals, I would gladly accept. There is no need to worry about hazard pay or the like as far as I am concerned. May I enquire however what your thoughts are good sir, as to a soldier taking aid from the possessions of the fallen?"

"I admire your refusal to be paid to do the good deed, I'm sure I can accommodate you in other ways as thanks."

"The first mission I wish to assign you was one Boo, Gunny's familiar you ran into on the way in witnessed for me."

"I received a distressing plea from the Silver Princess far to the west of here, she sends word her palace is under attack by giants. Boo heard nothing more, and could not elaborate 'giant' so i do not know if this means the 20' tall monsters or over sized pigs."

"The princess is a good woman however, and the fact her city is under attack, without protection, and possibly besieged by evil giants seems a worthy cause to my ears."

"I be Caith Crunnelon, o' th' clan MacCailain. Fer short, ye can call me Caith. Th' Dwarffather called me tae service many a season ago," the stout dwarf introduces himself.

He mulls the armored man's offer for a moment before continuing, "Th' Dwarffather asks us tae assist those tha' need it. 'Twould be my honor tae be a part o' any venture tha' better'd th' world.

"Know this, though: His teachings come afore any quests tha' ye might be settin' afore meself. If'n tha' be acceptable, I be yer dwarf," he finishes.

"May his teachings guide you along the right path dwarf, I think we can work together fine. There are always many in need."

"The princess is a good woman however, and the fact her city is under attack, without protection, and possibly besieged by evil giants seems a worthy cause to my ears."

"Rescuing a good princess is indeed a quest worth pursuing," I say, "You may count on my humble sword in such a quest. How soon can we leave!"

"Silver princess, you say? Well, sounds all fine and noble to me. Giants, if they are giants, aren't always the brightest bulbs around. Besides, even the Dwarffather knows I prefer an enemy I can run underneath to one I can't see!"

"Does this Silver Princess have any forces of her own are we expected to carry the day by ourselves?"

Never known for being the shiniest copper piece in the purse, yet usually able to make good decisions once he's had time to think things through, Grenep at first listens to the questions of his fellow questors. For him the whole idea sounds like a grand adventure but some of them have brought up things he probably wouldn't have thought to ask. So, although he is bubbling with excitement inside he tries to keep it to himself.

Those near him though may notice his toes tapping at a rapid rate and feel him jumping up and down in his seat a little bit. They may also feel the need to double check that they are, indeed, looking at a half-orc.

Finally, when the part of 'rescuing a Princess' comes up Grenep can no longer contain himself and he leaps up out of his chair (sending it flying backwards across the room, possibly destroying it, and anything it crashes into, and completely unaware of the whole thing) with a resounding cry "Oh yes! Pick me! I mean yes! I agree! Rescue a Princess! Oh my that's So Romantic! Isn't it Gritchy!" The large ugly half-orc Druid then sighs lengthily and goes to drop back down into his no longer there chair, instead crashing to the floor with a noticeable thud. Not to fear however for up he pops, quick as a groundhog with a sort of giggle and an "ooops!" Thereby securely clenching in the minds of those watching that, yes, indeed, they have Never seen a half-orc quite like this before.

His animal companion Gritch the Badger tries to look, if possible, even more embarrassed than he usually does.

"T think the orc speaks for us all. Incidentally, I never thought I would utter those words! Let us saddle up, raise sails, hoist petards, and get this princess saved!' He is sold on the idea, if a princes wasnt enough, the mention of slaying giants sent him over the top.

"One question, good sir!" he adds. "This princess, is she wedded?"

Never known for being the shiniest copper piece in the purse, yet usually able to make good decisions once he's had time to think things through, Grenep at first listens to the questions of his fellow questors. For him the whole idea sounds like a grand adventure but some of them have brought up things he probably wouldn't have thought to ask. So, although he is bubbling with excitement inside he tries to keep it to himself.

Those near him though may notice his toes tapping at a rapid rate and feel him jumping up and down in his seat a little bit. They may also feel the need to double check that they are, indeed, looking at a half-orc.

Finally, when the part of 'rescuing a Princess' comes up Grenep can no longer contain himself and he leaps up out of his chair (sending it flying backwards across the room, possibly destroying it, and anything it crashes into, and completely unaware of the whole thing) with a resounding cry "Oh yes! Pick me! I mean yes! I agree! Rescue a Princess! Oh my that's So Romantic! Isn't it Gritchy!" The large ugly half-orc Druid then sighs lengthily and goes to drop back down into his no longer there chair, instead crashing to the floor with a noticeable thud. Not to fear however for up he pops, quick as a groundhog with a sort of giggle and an "ooops!" Thereby securely clenching in the minds of those watching that, yes, indeed, they have Never seen a half-orc quite like this before.

His animal companion Gritch the Badger tries to look, if possible, even more embarrassed than he usually does.

"Now thats the spirit!"

"T think the orc speaks for us all. Incidentally, I never thought I would utter those words! Let us saddle up, raise sails, hoist petards, and get this princess saved!' He is sold on the idea, if a princes wasnt enough, the mention of slaying giants sent him over the top.

"One question, good sir!" he adds. "This princess, is she wedded?"

He grins at the linear logic. "She is not married. Though there is a rumor the king and queen are pushing a betrothal. I believe she is pushing back, though I think she may have other concerns at the moment."

"Rescuing a princess? It sounds like a task both worthy and lucrative. I'm inclined to consent."

"Aye, I be yer dwarf, then. Th' Dwarffather teaches tha' th' giants--an' most o' their kin, fer tha' matter--be enemies o' all tha' be good an' true," Caith chimes in.

He fingers his axe, grinning as only a dwarf can, and continues, "An' yer right, Alvartus: giants be pretty easy tae see, even if they be not so easy tae bring down!"

While I am not looking for nobility like Aubec I am looking for wealth. As long as the reward is great, I'll be ready to strike when needed.

"I'm in."

Alvartus grunts. "Best be worth it; I'm in."

"It sounds sir like you have yourself a team. So to repeat my original question, how soon can we leave?"

We already have. One of the benefits to having the gift of foresight.

And with that you all feel that the ship is indeed in motion rocking gently as it travels.

Where do we go?

"Well then," Simn says, "We certainly aren't wasting any time." The gnome has been taking in the prospect of the mission with great enthusiasm, and seems on the verge of bouncing up and down in excitement.

"A clash with giants, a mission to save a princess, good and loyal company. What's not to like?"

I grin at the gnomes enthusiasm.

"The next question, I suppose, is how soon till we arrive?"

"and When do we Eat??"

"And where do we settle in for the night? Not that these chairs aren't comfortable, but it has been a long day and some rest would be appreciated."

I have had a sudden emergency and must be offline for awhile, but I hope to have things back by the weekend. Sorry for the trouble and don’t let me hold up the game.

"I have plenty of bunks and rooms for all, I can..." he pauses after standing up.

"The visions come. Be silent and watch." He speaks in a hushed tone.

What follows is unlike any magic you have ever seen, but it seems like magic none the less. His silvery form begins to vibrate without sound, to shimmer as if a heatwave were surrounding him, though no warmth can be felt. A buzzing audible tone can be heard in your heads, though your not sure if you heard this in your minds eye our your ears.

In a near blinding flash a scene plays out before you, projecting from Charles' full face mask as it pulses with color. A magical image begins to form in mid air that takes shape like a solid illusion.

A beautiful princess is in frame, cowering in a doorway made of stone as an ominous black shadow towers over her.

There is no sound but her mouth opens in a silent scream and the scene switches vantage points to Waterlog quickly, a small form nervously looking around as if followed sneaks out of town with a leather bag under his arms.

The focus again shifts to what appears to be a large bird of prey high in the sky, the small form of the same creature from seconds before looking up at you, a quick zoom in shows pointed teeth and fur under a hood but nothing else, then the focus is instantly back on this "ship" in the sky from a vantage point of the town of Waterlogs town folk looking up to a night sky filled with a new shooting star. You.

It is then the image fades and Charles slumps back into the chair. It is also then you get an extreme sense of dread.

Something is wrong.

Ssip stirs amidst the folds of Duneriur's robe. She has a slight uneasiness in her belly that she cannot quite place. Something is dreadfully wrong within the balance of the natural world.

Can we detect/feel any change in our speed or is the ship rumbling etc?

"Charles! What is wrong with you? What was that you just did?"

"Did any of you make any sense out of that display?"

Can we detect/feel any change in our speed or is the ship rumbling etc?

The ship feels no different than it did, there is a feeling of motion but nothing warranting a drastic shift in direction or angle.(lrg)

Kavelin jumps to his feet. "Aubec, Grenep, if either of you has any healing skill, check on Charles." Even though things seem to have gone seriously wrong, the look on Kavelin's face is one of wonder with a slight smile.

"I'm going to see if any of the crew of this ship knows what's going on. Surely there must be a first mate, or someone else who can tell us. Who's with me?"

Kavelin will be going over the images in his head, trying to make sense of what he's just seen. The first image obviously has something to do with our mission--the princess herself, no doubt--but the second part seemed to be some sort of warning...if this ship is flying, Kavelin is currently equal parts excited and terrified.

"Oh No!" Grenep shouts, leaping up out of his chair, knocking it back again (after he confusedly looked around for it, found it, and brought it back just in time to sit down for the 'show')
He rushes over to Charles but in his distress trips and crashes into him knocking them both to the floor. He has no idea the state of him(?) in the armor and fears the worst. "I think he's dead! Maybe I killed him!" and he begins to sniffle.
Heal check on Charles
(1d20 5=6)

Simn's efforts to make sense of the images are cut short by Charles's collapse. Unskilled in matters of healing himself, he jumps at kavelin's suggestion, saying, "Right. Let's go," and making for the door, intent upon collaring the first crewmember he finds.

"Hmm. Flair for the dramatic indeed."

Alvartus sets about picking his teeth, waiting to see how the situation unfolds. He makes a mental note of the faces shown in the images.

"Oh No!" Grenep shouts, leaping up out of his chair, knocking it back again (after he confusedly looked around for it, found it, and brought it back just in time to sit down for the 'show')

He rushes over to Charles but in his distress trips and crashes into him knocking them both to the floor. He has no idea the state of him(?) in the armor and fears the worst. "I think he's dead! Maybe I killed him!" and he begins to sniffle.
Heal check on Charles
(1d20 5=6)

Due to the almost form fitting armor you get no sense of his state.

"Oh No!" Grenep shouts, leaping up out of his chair, knocking it back again (after he confusedly looked around for it, found it, and brought it back just in time to sit down for the 'show')

He rushes over to Charles but in his distress trips and crashes into him knocking them both to the floor. He has no idea the state of him(?) in the armor and fears the worst. "I think he's dead! Maybe I killed him!" and he begins to sniffle.
Heal check on Charles
(1d20 5=6)

Bad Mojo was avoided.

phew! Damn 1's! ;-)

Duneriur leans back in his chair, waiting to see if the captain will awake. He ponders the small form, Why was he so nervous and what was in the leather bag under his arms.

Spellcraft check on charles armor [16,8] = (24)

Riddled with guilt and worry both for the Captain and for the Princess Grenep speaks out "Oh my Oh My! Do you think they're ok?"

Finally realizing that it would likely be best for the Captain if he was sitting back up, Grenep stands and guiltily yet easily with his strength raises the Captian's chair with him still in it back to a sitting position. "ooops!" He mumbles under his breath. Hoping the Captain will be all right he speaks again while looking around the room "Did you all see what I saw? The Princess looked like she was in Danger! Oh my, I hope she's all right! What should we do?" he moans as he looks around to those still remaining in the room.

Some of them, he realizes, don't look like they care too much and his worry instantly turns to anger as he blazes "What's the matter with you! Aren't you worried about the Captain and the Princess!"

Spellcraft check on charles armor [16,8] = (24)

Duneriur rolls his eyes in the direction of Grenep
Must every little thing be a reason for an irrational burst of emotion? Hmm theses chairs are quite comfortable.

Since Simn seems to be the only one moving with him, Kavelin will accompany the gnome out of the room and find the nearest crewman, questioning the whereabouts of a first mate or other officer with authority.

A faint and barely audible croak comes from within the large belt pouch of Duneriur.

Ssip speaks in familiar tongue to Duneriur

"I am of no use in treating the injured but I will see if I can find someone who can help."

Delweir heads to the deck of the ship to see who is in second in command and to check for external threats.

familiar tongue to Ssip

Duneriur reaches into his belt pouch and moves a small frog into the inside breast pocket of his cloak

Duneriur rolls his eyes in the direction of Grenep

Must every little thing be a reason for an irrational burst of emotion? Hmm theses chairs are quite comfortable.

Unfortunately in Grenep's case...yes ;P

Meanwhile, Gritch, hearing strange sounds coming from the mage's belt pouch, shuffles up to his chair, putting his paws up on it and trying to sniff in the general area between Duneriur's legs (assuming that is where the pouch is ;-)

Casts Prestidigitation on Gritch | The little Badger starts to shimmer, and in a blink of an eye his fur has been turned a bright neon green

Duneriur laughs heartily At least now I will be able to see you coming, well for the next hour anyways. Duneriur laughs again As it would appear your master is unable to keep you off my heels.

Duneriur shoos the Badger away

Alvartus, his head bowed towards the floor, looks under heavy brows at Grenep. "Yes, I'm worried. Worried she'll get herself killed before we get paid. And another thing, please tell me that when we get into the thick of it you won't be so talkative. I can just picture it now 'Oh hey, look over here, a secret door! Oh, I do hope those friendly guards over there don't hear use sneaking in!' BAH!"