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This will be the nine's entrant just need to adjust some numbers and go over the wealth distributed. background: Cerian Brandonialle Screamingtrees was a young bounty hunter from the Dalelands who spent his youth tracking and capturing small time thieves. It was on a mission tracking down a human mercenary whom had stolen a bauble from an elven sculpter when he met the maid whom would change his life forever.
Allana Brandonialle was a young half elven bard, a traveling songstress that travelled from dale to dale, she quickly discovered that quiet aloof elven tracker who always seemed to 'just have' signed up to travel the same way she was heading. He hardly tried to speak to her, anytime there was a chance he seemed to stiffen up. She thought it kinda cute after awhile, especially because she was positive he was attracted to her. A trip through Battledale saw her win ownership of a tavern in Essembra the capitol of Battlesdale. He was completely surprised when that same night she asked if he planned on staying put too, adding "that if he was going to hang about, he might as well accept her hand in marraige since he seemed so keen to watch over her." In the end, he did. The years were good and kind to them, they had children, those children grew. When drow infiltrating Cormanthor invaded Battledale, he was amongst the defenders. He returned home to devastating news. His beloved wife Allana was slain by a desperate thief fleeing justice in Sembia. He left the tavern to their eldest daughter chasing the man...four years ago he caught him and served justice. He had hoped that it would help ease the pain . . . it has but only slightly. Everytime he started to head home, grief and pain would start to fill him, so he has just wandered ever since. He takes jobs to earn coin when he needs it, tends torwards the helping of the weak and innocent over others. Someday, someday he will return to his adult children in Battledale, just not today.
I miss this game and this group and this charector. *lawls*
I hope soon, I enjoy Greyhawk and you folk very much *nods*
Of course I can wait :)
aww man that sucks
"I don think we could amass the amount needed to cover such a debt." He said lowly with a frown.
unfortunately I spent most of my coin.. I have about 45 gold left >.<
"Choosing an old man to fight? Thats the cowards way. I thought you Dragonfangs were warriors not milk drinking children.Or do the old ways make you out to be cowards?" He began pushing his way through the crowd. "Now before you go saying you know nothing of me being an outlander thats fine... I know something of you, You have a yellow streak trailing behind you, ... whether that is from your cowardice or the piss you are leaking I dont know." And with that the elf spat right on the mans boot.
He had been so distracted with scrounging up information on this Larko fellow...that he misses the archery compition. He smiled though to see Kithariel holding down the standard that elven archery was the beast in the realms. He tried to move closer to this Larko to see if he could overhear anything.
Its not the werewolves in teh woods I worry about... its those damned yuppies
bart the fletcher: "Is this Larko here? could you point him out for me if he is please?"
He asked the friendly man. He was glad he had found him he Fletching arrows was an art form he appreciated for sure. This name Larko kept popping up and not in good ways.
He couldnt help but to frown at the things he was hearing. No wonder this town seemed so tense. The events out to the east where what worried him the most.If the mission wasnt a pressing concern he knew he would make his way east and see what they were hiding, quietly of course.
Had he known lunch would come before the archery contest he would have worked harder on the tree climbing or signed up for more, still he found a seat near the jarls forces since in theory he was competing in their name. and made small talk with those around him.
My ladyfriend was diagnosed with cancer in her lady parts friday...and they are still waiting the results for her stomach, intestines and other lower parts. Goodnews is, if... its just confined to the ladypart region, outlook is good, if its in the other stuff.. well not so good. But she is strong and im a hopeful optimist so . . .I will still be about and continue on, but if you dont hear from me for a few days, please just message me and remind me. Sort of brain addled at the moment and distracted
"Well done sir well done." He began to the winner with a bow of his head, There wasnt a doubt in his mind at least had he been going all out he couldnt have outdistanced the humans, but he had been half wanting to gage the locals and there tolerance to he and Kitharial competing even.
He watched avidly cheering when anyone hit the mark. He was glad to see Antonio holding his own.
"Perhaps people would be willing to talk to us some more if we did not seem as much an outsider. I wonder if the Jarl has men competing. I would lift my bow in his honor in some of these competitions."
armory: He stayed quiet barely able to cover up his smile as Anchard glanced sideways at them. Probably hoping that he keep his mouth shut and not volunteer to be help. The Jarl's probing offer was something he normally would jump on... but before he could raise more questions about what sort of evidence might be found the commotion began to sound.
armory: "There does seem to be a ...tension in the air i have noticed. What sort of problem persists that our small group could help with Jarl?" He asked after the others spoke.
He could only partly smile at the mention of philosophy but followed the Jarl. He followed along, carefully sizing up the hard looking huskarl while trying to appear not to.
" I have training with axe and dagger and some skill with a greatblade.... but I would prefer the bow. Perhaps a demonstration later Jarl?" He asked and responded politely. He had a feeling that the culture here still preferred melee over ranged combat no matter how much skill he might show.
"Most of us have some degree of experience in slaying orcs and their kind, In my case my last mission for our employer saw me leading a team in the haressment of a large orc warparty. Helping those men with the orcs they battled was a matter of course we are no angels." He began letting Mogwag explain their reasoning to be here. He had a feeling that at somepoint and soon perhaps this Jarl was going to ask something of them, and while he wasnt against the idea of helping anyone... they did have a mission to get to.
He frowned watching the others place themselves about the table. He had expected of course the high lady to sit very close to the head of the table, but truthfully for the large armored man's boasting he had expected Antonio to sit close to the Jarl. It put him in an awkward spot. How did these people view elves? Did they understand the difference between a high elf and a grey elf, or even more so a wood elf like himself? He moved and sat immediately beside Anchard, just to put him closer to the Jarl. After all one who had the favor of any god was liable to be seen as more worthy than a humble thief catcher and woodland ranger. "Greetings Jarl, I am Cerian Screamingtrees, Wood elven tracker and ranger of the Phostwoods. You do me great honor to have a place at your table." He began clenching his hand into a fist and tapping his chest near his heart twice. He then took his seat.
He frowned only slightly at the thought of handing over his weapons, from what he had seen of this place fights happened all the time and he wasnt effectively with his fists at all... But he removed them, first his bow and then the arrows, then the falchion, and his hand axe and battle axe... and then he started to pull the dagger out of its sheath then paused. "For dinner then?" He asked as nonchelauntly as possible following the others.
He could only smile, with as much as Anchard had ... voice annoyance with the request he certainly quickly and efficiently was able to help birth the child. "Well done my friend, I dont think that could have went any smoother." He removed his coin purse and counted out ten gold coins and handed them over to the new father. "Accept this as the new childs birthing gift, I hope work returns to you swiftly." He said handing the man 10 gold coins.
He waited to see what Anchard did with the offered coin, moving to pay for their drinks. "Are we to help this poor man or no my friend?" He asked simply looking...thoughtful. his wife had been talking children when she... when she had disapeared. He still wanted answers about that, but the temple to Wee Jas in the city had been silent on the matter.
Mountain Hearth inn: The wood elf nodded half turned in his seat and made direct eye contact with the man. Very purposefully he waved the man closer.
He frowned and nodded torwards the man, "We have a visitor it seems my friend, shall we invite him over? Or should one of us perhaps go see what he wishes?" He asked the cleric trying not to look at the man too hard.
After mulling about with the patrons of the Mountain hearth inn, the elven ranger would once more find his companion, Anchard and share what he learned.
" I dont know whether to be content or worried about the sitution of this township my friend. Perhaps our travels might allow us to take a few of their raiding monsters out eh?" He began on his second honeywine
"A glass of the honey wine if you would please Miss Winri, though ive never had it, it sounds refreshing." He ordered from the dwarven lass waiting till she left to respond to Anchard. "The armored one seems far too eager, but we've traveled with those with a lust for battle before. The other elf i feel is trustworthy... the archer not the mage. I am sure miss Tanariel will be able to handle.... no wait These folk seem distrustful of magic they may not listen to a word she says. He began with a frown. He had never been that comfortable with magic, but these barbarians made him look accepting. He drummed his fingers along the table for just a moment. "Beast of burden, with supplies we could get easily enough, depending on how rugged the trail to our objective mounts may or may not be helpful. Im sure our coin would be acceptible to some of the folk here even if the Jarl disaproves of us."
Watching the armored man head into probably trouble the wood elf merely shook his head and followed along with Anchard to the nicer establishment. As the dwarven barmaid came to leave their orders and the bread and fruit he stopped her with an additional coin. "May name is Cerian Screamingtrees, of the Phostwood. We are obviously travelers in the area, whats the news about town if i may ask. The looks the locals outside of this place have given us has kept me from asking."
He frowned at the large armored fellow but shrugged. He wasnt entirely sure that going to a barbarian tavern of bad reputation would be wise, but he also didnt have a large amount of coin to spend frivously. "Either will work, as long as we dont look for trouble. Wouldnt do to be brought before the Jarl in chains." He said lowly hoping the armored man took the hint.
Eyes widening just slightly He made sure to politely bow forward in thanks, While large chunks of meat wasnt exactly his favored food, he accepted it readily. He quietly waited to see if one of the more... eloquent members in the party was going to start speaking...
i think, i know it is what we had on our side, well to add to on our side
SO i dont have the exact amount to be honest got distracted. but what i calculated quickly spent was appx 5911 gold spent plus or minus a few gold
Ive nothing to do tonight at work so i will math it all for you :)
He took a look of the northern clothing, doing his best to stick to colors that might blend into the enviroment as he had seen it so far. No sense in sticking out like a sore thumb if they traveled into the wilderness and there was certainly no reason to think that they would not. The mink fur cloak certainly caught his eye not for him of course but it made him think of his passed wife. How much for these?" He asked the man motioning to the clothing and arrowmaking supplies.
" Arrowheads, fletching, and some warmer clothes, in that order, friend if you have them. We do come from warmer climes and came in a hurry as well." He began offering a polite incline of his head.
He waited patiently as Antonio went about his business instead looking about the man's shop for anything of interest that stood out or looked strange.
Cerian rose and made motions to carefully remove some of hte hay from his clothing and gear, and once briefed on the people and area he frowned. The way Einar made it sound, this place was pretty... primed for trouble in itself never good. "Would the merchants be the best place to look into more arrows and fur clothing Einar?" He asked simply
He was quiet merely scanning the area for problems and frowning at his bow. Since he had it magically enchanted his aim had been off, he wondered if it was a mental thing or just some imperfection in the process... He would keep an eye on it, and well the surrounding areas as they moved.
Rushing forward he drew one of his whistling arrows just for the effect of the shriek and took aim at the leader aiming high for his head... then then rapidly he shifted his bow ever so slight and fired and arrow at the orc on his left. (the uh greyish blue one)
He drew his bow quickly drawing an arrow and taking aim... only to scowl slightly and shift his aim to his left as the armored man quickly entered the frey. As soon as he loosed he drew another, the arrows streaking a cold blue as they left his enchanted bow.
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