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"I've sworn to uphold the laws of the kingdom, including all borders." stern glare to others turns into broad grin "Conviently enough, this isn't one of them. Let's go around if you think we can get away with it. I still belive Galbraith will try to ingratiate himself with the local nobles."
I think the single cart and the rest traveling by foot will be fine. Maybe one other horse for the 'head merchant', whoever will be covering that position.
"Are horses available? Or appropriate?"
"A man with the status he accords himself will make himself known. It may take longer if he fears pursuit, but he will be unable to avoid acting out his arrogance."
"Gilbraith dead will see us home, you say?
"I'm in."
"With all this talk of Gods I can not help. Point me to a foe steel can deal with and I'm your man." leans over to get a good view of the Fortune Telling
brushes off coat and clothes enters camp with a wide smile for anyone who meets his gaze asks Tiffa quietly,
"Lets head over this way." points upwind "I've never enjoyed the smell of fish- fresh or not."
"I guess we can't expect any decent wines in a village like this. Maybe some drinkable beer?"
"He'll want the luxuries he had, but they were based on money and power he won't have in a new place. If his arcane experiments paid off, he may try to gather money and power using his abilities." "At this point, he may be more likely to try to take over a bandit gang than to head to the city. If we hear about missing people or murders in the next town, it may give us a direction to go to look for him."
"A Constable, huh? Excellent."
smiles winningly, "Let your village elders know we're here. I'm sure they will want to assist us."
when handed the fresh food, reaches into his coat, drawing out a monogrammed silver flask A toast to the new day. I'm sure things will be looking up. drinks, and passes around (it's the good stuff)
"I'll take third watch as well, if no one minds." begins to search area for spiders before settling down on new bedroll
wiping the cold sweat from his face, Belanos says,
I am sure they're just kidding about the haunt- they just don't want to mention spiders in front of me. Yes, that's it. That's it excatly., thinks Belanos.
looks around in distaste "Not really up to standards, is it? Oh well, needs must while in the field."
I'll put the armor in my bag- the shineys can go in the other bag. Ya'll just met me and I'd rather not have your impression of me be that I'm grabbing all the cash.
stores gear in Bag "Cottage sounds fine to me. Maybe we can find some water to bathe with." indifferent to location- just glad to have a bedroll
True.
Tiff throws her hands up in the air as a flash erupts from the salvaged gear, when the smoke clears it is free of dirt and grime. "Thanks"
sorts out bedroll, pack, rope, and food. "Can one of you spell casters wuji-wuji this stuff clean? I don't want a dead mans bugs."
While the others gather the valuable items, Belanos quietly looks over the bandits goods for food, blankets, bedrolls, packs, and ordinary, day-to-day necessities. His journey through the mist left his gear back at the Baron's. And last night demonstrated the need for basic camping gear. "I don't know much about these ghouls. Should we burn the bodies of the dead bandits with the dead ghouls to be safe?"
checks bodies, looking for heraldry, uniforms, evidence of allegience. Asks others to do as well. "Do you see any badges or colors on the bodies? It might tell us where we've gone." also "Justice is never rich, but it's always expensive."
Grimacing at the foul breath revealed by the creatures bite, Belanos puts a little extra umph in his swing. Spoiler:
"To the Cafeteria... ....For Justice!"
hit die for second level edit: Woo-Hoo!
"I'll take point- Form on my flanks, archers and casters to the rear," Belanos speaks calmly, but with authority.
Belanos re-dons his breast plate.
Belanos stands quietly while the others say their respects. Then he helps cover the body. That could have been me. That should have been me. He looks over at the gypsy girl and the others. I owe him to look after her and them, even the nudist. And I will.
"I am Visconte Belanos Grandi, I act as one of the King's Voices. It is our duty to relay his words to whomever he sends to see. I was sent to summon the Baron Gilbraith to Court to answer to the rumors of his illegal behavior."
"I certainly wouldn't want to send you to a ball." accepts return of shirt gingerly, turns around, puts back on, leaving off breastplate, but doning armored coat "I was sent to summon the baron Galbraith to Court to answer the King's questions, but he imprisoned me instead, saying I would soon see his side of events. I think he expected to gain in power somehow, but his men claimed I was to sacrificed next." "When the room filled with mist, I do not believe it was what they were expecting." "You say you saw the baron as the mists arrived? What was he doing?"
"The environment I was raised in was often cold or wet or had hard, sharp stones underfoot. I congradulate your good fortune if that was not the case for you. But manners still reguire you cover yourself in the presence of Ladies." slight bow towards ladies removes filthy coat, breastplate, and shirt
"Here."
As the naseau and dizziness slowly pass, the filthy dark haired man, looks around. Nothing he sees is familiar except the mist- a sight he has come to dread. Though the dead body in silk reminds him he's the lucky one. "How did we come to this place? The last thing I remember before the spiders in the mist was being locked up by the Baron. Who are you?" As he looks around the group, one in particular catches his eye. "Pardon me, why is that gnome naked?"
Attempts to free himself and get up, while also trying to figure out whats going on around him.
The dark haired man revealed in the webbing begins to flail about weakly before starting to push the webs off him. Yaaah! Who? Huh? |