Resting doesn't really feel like resting, hell just woke up an hour ago. I still like to keep things slow and calm, getting all excited over meeting new people or before a big change just isn't apart of me. I give myself time to think, about the people here. Perhaps I should've been more kind-like to this new lady-type... Perhaps I should give the Dwarf a second chance, after all.
*Whack!*
With out warning a bag containing who knows what crashes on my head! I scramble and kick to my feet, angry. Really angry. I knock over a barrel in the back of the wagon and open the bag. A pickaxe... and a tankard. Who could this belong to... Rubbing my head I hear Mol Tommison outside making some sorta speech and I throw down the tankard with unnecessary force.
Scowling I poke my head out of the canvas and look at the party, attempting to make eye contact with Roland. I catch him sweet talking the Pointy... Of course. Gesturing with a jerk of my neck I try to make it clear that I'm ready to get moving. Then I move my eyes the the Stunty and give him a long-unblinking glare before slowly retracting into the canvas.
Roland turns his head to the wagon. Hearing a soft clank proceeded by a much louder Clank!, Roland cocks a brow and turns back.
Pocahontas turns to Roland, before shifting over to Mol, only to then like Jane and Roland turn away uninterested.
Roland nods to his companions and takes his steed upfront, saddling it to the front and center wagon, before 'placing' his bag carefully parallel to Inks within reach of upfront.
Mol appears to stumble away after leaving us the goods and blessing.
Hmm.. Well that's everyone. Best to head on out and setup a plan.
Roland walks to the front and takes charge of the train.
"Well now.. Unless anyone objects, I reckon ill drive. Any inputs?"
Cap.. Er Morgan appears to put one knee up on wheel while resting an arm over leg.
The wind blows westward, against the brim of his hat, Gimlis.. Scratch that.. Notches beard, the patterned rug, and Inks and cart.
"Nows as good as time as ever."
The female companion looks across her new fellows, and seamlessly hops into the wagon.
He he he... I think she like's me lads!" I say to no one in particular. I hop in to the wagon after Roland and take the seat beside him in the front of the wagon behind the oxen. I glance back to watch as our lady guide climbs in as well and catch Jane giving me an angry scowl. The man must be jealous that the lady here seems to be more interested in ol' Notch than he. Well he will just have to deal with it. I stick my tongue out at Jane and follow it up with my toothiest smile before turning back to Roland.
"I be ready to roll whenever ye are. I suppose I can be in charge of our gear since I be used to keepin' track o' supplies."
Roland takes the helm. The new crew, seemingly well adjusted, are all saddled up and head on out.
Just before leaving the fort, its Governor Yosemite stops us.
"Here are open deeds." If you find some land that you like, feel free to mark it during Mission Westward Expansion. If you make it back and head out again, your plot will be officially recognized as privatized land."
The Gov hands each of you an open deed at the exit of town.
Faint music and ballads can be heard as Father Tay Astley opens his ministry doors, and Little K and KK, artist and cat help its choir and music.
The Gate lies open, and Roland takes the helm.
The gods damn Dwarf. That GODS DAMN DWARF. My fists clench tight and I can almost feel my nails through the tough leather exterior of my gauntlets. His face makes a stupid(er) look and I nearly fly at the Stunty, my legs about to pounce until I feel the caravan move with a jerk, throwing me back on my ass. I fall next to the Pointy-Gal sitting in the back.
Furious, I kick a barrel and one of my bags to clear space for my legs. I quickly dart a sharp look at the Mix-breed and slide slowly onto my back, once again covering my eyes with my tanned hat. As I rest my head upon a sack of grain I release a long, dejecting and throaty sigh ,making my intention clear: Don't wake me, till I need to take over.
The crew set out and leave town. A few hours pass by, taking us into the noon portion of the day. The Sun topplesdirectly above, yet the air remains cool and crisp changing from Feb-March times.
The terrain remains familiar still, some changes in color of plant vegeatation can be seen, as well as colour and fur of different members of the animal kingdome.
As time goes by, Roland silently leads the way. Every once in a while he turns to ensure his companions remain.
It remains quiet aside from grunts from Jane, Notches burts, and abupt but-ins from the elf.
Roland, brief as can be, attempts at some comradory,"So... What's everyone's game here?"
As soon as it leaves his lips he gives a jerk no to himself, knowingly opening the door on HIS life.. Shoot!
(We will be Retconning and Restarting this Campaign after this post.)
You are in the land of Mountain Buckle. Newly found land yields uncharted areas, resources, and peoples. After the territories winning their statehood from Kador, the Republic of Tritan has established itself and thrived into the world, but yet to the west, much of Mountain Buckle is savage and uncharted. It is your job from the Republic of Tritan, to search and record such findings. With promise of fortune, fame, and adventure, the republic has sent numerous varied and excited peoples to explore, chart, and tame the west of Mt. Buckle.
Dear prospective adventurers,
You all appear to be qualified candidates. I would like for you to gather at the base of Moonwell Pass, in ye town of Moonville, at the Moonville Fort Exchange. Further details will be provided upon arrival.
Thank ye,
Trail Master Mol Tommison
---Fast forwards to time of meeting.---
You are at Moonville. Today is a slow day. Minimal personnel are running the mills and lumber yard. Taverns are full and the Exchange sits along the main strip.
The inside feels much like an inn and tavern, however walls of supplies are full and around and business seems to be conducting. A table with four chairs sits in the middle, with four mugs and a man.
This campaign is retconned..
(This will be taking 500 years before the Da Vinci Code within the Same Universe. You all will be meeting Moon Well Pass with Mol Tommison.)
Good day prospector and employer. My name is Roland Morgan of Orchards Port. I have skills that would be most useful in venturing westward. I know the wilderness, way round a barrel, and my only direction is forward. Attached you will find a copy of my personal letter and resume.
Thank ye for yer time
Roland