Wayward Kings (Inactive)

Game Master AdamWarnock

Works for me.

-We could roleplay our conversation in the local tavern while we are waiting.
--Ingrid is a short, broad woman, just under 4 feet tall. She was sitting by herself in the tavern, holding a mug of beer. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, and the large crossbow she carried lay loaded on the table in front of her. She had made sure to sit as far away from everyone else as possible.
--Her hood covered her hair, and her red scarf covered her mouth. She only pushed it up to drink. Even so, you could see faint scars across her forehead. She was wearing gloves, and in fact except for her face, she showed no skin.
--You heard her asking the bar-keep about any ore smelters, or smiths in the city. She seemed to be looking for work.

Sure thing.

Annastriana stands about average heighth for an elf (5'11") with long white hair and fairly pale complexion (though she's darkened abit having been outside more recently). Her clothing at present is well traveled, wearing a dark hooded cloak that's a little big for her. Her wrists show signs of bruising, though she keeps her traveling gloves on to help hide them.

While a shy person, having been alone on the road so long and hearing Ingrid talk about such a familiar topic compels her to seek at least some companionship in another professional. And besides, it's possible she'd need to find some type of work eventually, and the other 'professions' a pretty young lady could do well at were not to her liking.

Anna moves over to the bar near the dwarven woman, under the pretense of ordering another drink (her first not finished), "So, um, I hear you're looking into smelting. If you'd, um, want to talk abit, I know abit about the business." Her nervousness is quite plain.

--Ingrid raises her eyes to look you over. After all, you're 2 feet taller than she is...and replies. Her voice is low and hoarse, as if she had a sore throat.
--ja, I am. I been trained as a miner. Is my job, you could say, no. You, are, elf? What do you know of silver and geld? I thought you live in trees? Not like us fjell barn
--Ingrid's common is very poor, and with a heavy accent. She does wear a miner's hammer on her belt, a clear give away of her profession
-she continuesBut, ja. Left my people, and now all alone in the city. So am looking for work. Mining, smithing, maybe fighting.

"I was raised in Redmount, my stepfather a smith. I never picked up the smith trade itself, but I did learn a few things." The conversation taking a familiar tone, Anna becomes more relaxed, though she does seem to be holding back. "So what type of smithing do you specialize in? I would love to see some of your work."

--No, I mine. I am miner, not smith. Smith makes things. I make metal. I go into the fjell and find gems and metals. You are from here? Is godt, maybe you know where to work?she gestures to her now empty mug You want øl?, bar keep, to øl!She bangs her mug loudly on the counters, having ordered before you could even reply.

"Thank you," Anna accepts the drink, not quite sure what to expect. "I'm afraid that is not the case though. I just came into town myself." Anna begins to subconcsiously rub her wrists. "I'm, uh, actually kind of looking for work myself. I haven't had much experience, um, looking for work before. You, uh, you see, my stepfather is, uh, he's..." Tears start to well up in Anna's eyes, finding it difficult to continue.

lei, why sad?Ingrid inquires...You hungry?
Ingrid tries to understand the situation.
Sense motive check[diced20+2[/dice]

Anna smiles, though the tears continue. "No, it's not that. My father, he was, he was killed recently. I...came this way to escape the ones who did it." Tears in her eyes, Anna suddenly starts. "You're not a, um, a bounty hunter or anything, are you?" A claustrophobic feeling grips Anna, knowing if she is after her, there's little chance of her getting away.

--What animal is a 'bounty'? Is it dangerous? Have you hunted this 'bounty?'Ingrid seems rather puzzled. Is is like a ulv or bear?
It dawns on her she is being rude. Who killed your father? Why? This is not good. Is that normal here?
--Ingrid really has no clue, about anything, having spent most of her life in a tunnel.

At first confused by the dwarven woman's statement, realization dawns on Anna. She wipes away the tears before responding, "He wasn't killed her, further south. It's a long story. By the way, my name is Annastriana, but you can call me Anna for short. I don't believe I caught yours?"

I am Ingrid Thrice-Burnt Have Barn Stål Soul Troll Slayer of 4 Peaks, but Ingrid is okShe grins, behind her mask, up at the elf.

Anna relates the story of what happened with the slavers and how her stepfather died to Ingrid, happy just to have someone else to speak to. Save on a little exposition there.

"....and I ended up here, not really anywhere else to go. I suppose I could go back to Redmount, but I'm afraid they'll simply try something else." Anna waits for Ingrid's reaction to her tale.

You are better here, nobody knows you, it's safer ja?

heheh yep just waiting for lucky, we've been keeping ourselves pretty much in order thus far boss man ;). I've just been waiting until I was sure you had posted the thugs actions, although the dice roller hates me for the last few days. :p

Can crossbows be put away loaded?

hmmmm not sure. since its a tensed wire held back by fire=ing arm. I'd believe you could but that is upto the DM. =/ As I am not seeing anything official...

It came up in the game I'm running, it's a DM rule. Why I ask, as Ingrid carries a heavy crossbow.

I'm going to say yes, but it's not very smart.

Sorry, internet was down last night and I don't have one of them new fangled smart telephones that you can get on the interwebs with.

Update tonight if I can.

In terms of realism the loaded crossbow in my pocket is pretty terrible, but in terms of gameplay it is almost needed, otherwise a crossbow takes a round to load, and a round to fire, a round to load and a round to fire...meaning it's 4 rounds for 2d10 damage...pretty bad...

Sorry to hear about burning...out...Could I take over as DM if nobody else wants to, and keep running?

Sorry to hear about burning...out...Could I take over as DM if nobody else wants to, and keep running?

+1

And can I take over as DM of poker on the sidelines?

I've burned out running games while doing a lot of stuff before too, so you'll get no complaints from me if we have to wait.

lol sounds good on the poker game part Malcom ;)

If you want to DM Nick that sounds good so long as Adam doesn't mind. =/

Yeah...I'll wait until he signs off...Or if you want I could do the whole the party walks into a strange mist, and port you over to a new campaign.

I'm OK with that too. I just don't want to have to look for another PBP to fill the void in the meantime.

-Alright I'm going to be making a post soon about another pbp
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