Yeah, in my experience Kingmaker is a tough one in PbP.
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Nerandeth tried to entertain the children with stories as best he could, but it was difficult to do since most involved hunting, and that gets boring after a bit. "All I ask is that you care for these children. Erastil's teachings tell us that Community is everything, and children are the root of any Community." With a polite bow, the Half-Elf turned and headed for the Temple of Erastil.
"Nerandeth Ildelaren of House Medvyed, pleasure. What is it you wish to know?"
Nerandeth reached into his pouch and pulled out ten Platinum pieces. Placing them on the man's desk, the simply stated, "I would like to make a donation for the children."
Nerandeth lagged behind to better watch the duel. He'd seen several before among his house, but none were to the death. After the bloody spectacle, a merchant had caught his eye. Looking over the goods, he spied a length of silk rope. Pulling his regular rope from his pack, the Half-Elf bartered with the merchant until they settled on half price, afterwards the Noble bought the silk rope. Wandering for a bit more, he came upon an orphanage and decided to take a step inside.
Hmmmm, so what would be the odds of that Dwarves would have Spider Silk Rope? *thinks for a minute* Nah, I'll stick with the regular silk rope. Maybe I'll take another craft skill and make my own later.
"That will be all Jarvis. Enjoy yourselves." After the servants leave, he turned to Darivan, "Meet you at the Two Inn The Hand?"
"Pleasure to meet you. A more accurate statement would be mage and bowman.
"Everything went perfectly Jarvis. We set out tomorrow at first light," Looking at the other servant, Nerandeth signaled for him to come over. Pulling out twenty platinum, the Half-Elf gave each servant ten, "Please ensure that have all that you will need for this venture. The Stolen Lands can be inhospitable." Turning to his new compatriot, "I do not believe we have been formally introduced. I am Nerandeth Ildelaren of House Medvyed."
With a polite, and well practiced bow, Nerandeth replied, "I thank you for your generous gift. Rest assured that we will put it to good use." As he was not in need of too much other gear, the Half-Elf decided to lighten his load a bit. Selling his standard rope, he then purchased a decent length of Silk Rope, which was much lighter. During his walk through the city, the Noble born came across an orphanage. Stepping inside, and speaking with the operator of the establishment, he then donated ten platinum so the children may not know hunger for some time.
Listening carefully, the tall, well-tone man with long fiery red hair, deep blue eyes, and some clearly elven features responded, "I accept as well." His clothing looked rather new, not to mention a bit on the expensive side. As a matter of fact, everything did. However, the way he carried himself definitely indicated that he was far from a fop.
Oh, one more thing I forgot to add with character creation is favorite class option. You can do HP, skill, or the racial option. Since I'm a Half-Elf, and can choose two classes as a favored class, does that mean I can get the bonuses for both the Ranger and Sorcerer? Or only one?
Alright, I should be finished. Replaced Dancing Lights with Light.
Are the servants and horses still going to be available to me? I'm only asking because there's some gear I'd like to purchase that I won't be able to carry myself.
Here's Fallen_Mage's character, sans equipment for now.
"Sounds good to me. Let's do it." Nerandeth responded.
"Any thoughts on how we approach this? I don't have much of a head for tactics."
When Worryn is finished talking to Kesten, Nerandeth asks him, "What do you know about the Elves in this area?"
Just a heads up to all, I am heading for a reunion this weekend and will not have access to the net. So I will not be posting from Thursday to Monday night. I will be back Tuesday.
Leaning up against on side of the gate, Nerandeth snaps his fingers. Three small metal sphere's appear from nowhere and begin to spin in mid-air. "You know Worryn, there are more inventive ways to extract information. For instance, stake them down near an ant hill and pour sugar on them." Turning to the bandits, he continues, "Ever see ants in a sugar frenzy? Not a pretty sight."
As they took the couple of days to heal, Nerandeth asked the Dwarf, "So dear friend, if I may ask, how did you come by that bear?"
Coming down from his position, Nerandeth turned to his bodyguard, "Marcus, find some rope and tie up these men." "Yes, milord," he replied. Turning the corner and seeing Worryn a little worse for wear, "Are you alright friend?"
If still within range of Magic Missile:
Seeing the bandit flee, the Half-Elf reached forth his hand and said, "Liekunst Liunmymyunchi." Once more a bolt of energy flew towards the bandit.
If not: Nerandeth climbed down the ladder, , and fired an arrow at the bandit behind the building.
Dice are fickle.
Not certain if he could hit the bandit leader with an arrow, the Half-Elf Sorcerer unleashed another bolt of energy.
Nerandeth, seeing the bandit start up the ladder, reached forth his hand and said, "Liekunst Liunmymyunchi."
A dart of green energy shot from his fingers and struck the bandit.
Taking careful aim, the Sorcerer fired another arrow at the same bandit.
Popping up on top of the wall, Nerandeth aims and fires at the bandit holding the horses.
However, his hasty aim causes him to miss, rather badly.
"I thank you sir." the Half-Elf replied to Oleg, "When the fight starts, I recommend you go back to your wife. My men will do their best to protect you if one or more slip by."
Looking around, Nerandeth spied the tower left of the gate, "I guess that is a good a place as any. Mr. Leveton, what is the best and fasted way up there?"
"I am Nerandeth Ildelaren of House Medvyed, and yes, I will participate." At that moment, the young man that drove the carriage came up to the Half-Elf. "Sir, I would be honored to fight beside you." he said, putting his right fist over his left shoulder and bowing his head. Placing a hand on the young man's shoulder, the Sorcerer replied, "No Marcus, I need you and Jarvis to stay with Oleg and his wife. If any of the bandit get passed us, I need to know that they are safe." The young man turned and went back to his duties. Turning back to the other two, Nerandeth continued, "I can provide assistance with this bow, along with other talents. As for the bandits themselves, if they are responsible for the previous extortions, I have no issue dispatching them. However if they are not, we may be able to 'convince' them to assist us for a stay of execution."
Well that is certainly unusual, the Half-Elf thought looking at the Dwarf and his pet.
The Half-Elf could not, in good conscience, leave these people to suffer under banditry. His father taught him better than that, and he was trying honor his name as best he could. "I would gladly assist." He said with a bow.
A quizzical look crossed Nerandeth's face, "Pardon me ma'am, perhaps I misheard you, what horrible men?"
Sounds about right to me.
Well I don't know about the Dwarf, but I didn't. I'm here for different reasons.
Nerandeth had been riding in the carriage for sometime now, with no sign of anyone else on the road. Marcus, his driver, assured him that this was the correct road, but the Half-Elf was beginning to doubt. At about the time he was going to verify, the post came into view. Finally, the Sorcerer thought to himself. Marcus, a young well built man with a longsword at his side, pulled the carriage in front of the stables and got off to tie the horses. Nerandeth openned the door and stepped out. He was dressed with a red, long-sleeved shirt, a black vest over it, black pants and boots, all looking brand new and pristine. His long, red hair was drawn back into a ponytail, and his goatee was trimmed and well groomed. Reaching back into the vehicle, the Half-Elf pulled out a well-worn longbow and strapped it across his back along with a quiver of arrows. Stepping back from the carriage, a middle-aged man stepped out and asked, "What do you wish milord?" "Help Marcus with the horses while I attend to securing rooms for the night. Then you and he get some food before unloading." The Half-Elf replied. He reached into one of his pouches, pulled out some gold and gave it to the middle-aged man, "That should be enough. If it isn't, Jarvis, let me know." With that Nerandeth walked over to the woman and the Dwarf with the bear cub. "Pardon me ma'am, do you have any rooms available for my companions and I?"
I thought the trading post was an old fort, my mistake.
Sounds good to me.
@ Mim: A Dwarf Druid, who distrusts Nobles, and a Half-Elf Verdant Sorcerer, from the Noble house Medvyed. Yes this is going to very interesting. Dwarves and Elves usually don't like each other at the start, add station differences and let the fireworks commence. To everybody: As for the start of the game, I could see us showing up at the run down fort one at a time. If one of the others wants a ride in my carriage, they're more than welcome. As a matter of fact, here is some background: While sitting in his carriage, Nerandeth looked at his Father's Journal. He had read it several times, but was no closer to figuring out where the Elven village was in this region. Regardless, the Half-Elf Noble knew that to remove his father's dishonor, he had to find it. Nerandeth read further on.
Sorcerer reporting in.
*Crosses fingers*
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I would like to submit Nerandeth Ildelaren. A Half-Elf Noble of House Medvyed. I will tweak crunch to conform to you specifications when I get home later today. GM: Jarvis, Marcus, the carriage and the two horses were just added for flavor, and not intended to be used by me in combat or non-combat situations. If you have issues with this, then I will drop the Rich Parents trait, remove what's needed, and adjust accordingly.
I quiver with anticipation.
Sitting in his carriage, reading his father’s journal, a thought occurs to Nerandeth. Didn't Quince move south and take over his father's lumber business? Maybe I should look in my old friend. He then began to reminisce of the days they spent in the woods. |