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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/1 1:52am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	DM OOG: ... Where'd everyone go? Incidentally, I'm going to go with Company of the Crescent Flame as your name from my next post onwards unless I hear vehement objections. Mostly because (leaving aside the most amusing titles) it's a combination of those titles you all made suggestions about. Ktala; KraytDragon90 Near the Elsir River, Drellin's Ferry, Sixth of Mirtul, Year of Scattered Lanterns As Najos moved down to the water's edge and the ferry standing waiting for portage, Ariel moved across to the sergeant and briefly described what she'd seen at the ruined farmhouse. The guardsman's face grew grim as she described the man, and the position of his body in the ruins. When she'd finished, he lowered his eyes to the road and sighed. "That is evil news," he said. "Nevertheless, I thank you, my lady, for telling us of this. I will have a contingent head out to the ruin right away. I know the place you speak of; it is a dangerous place for ambush. Again, my thanks -- at least it will bring his widow, whoever it is, some comfort to know he died rather than abandoned her." The guardsman turned to the militia, his attention going to other matters. After speaking with Corrath, Ariel spread her wings and flew across the river, entirely bypassing the ferry and its occupants. Fortunately it looked as though Najos was still talking to the ferryman as she landed, quickly folding her wings. Not quickly enough. She heard a rustling from some high reeds a few metres south along the riverbank, and when the Avariel turned to look in that direction she spotted two pairs of wide human eyes staring at her. Two human children -- neither could have been more than seven or eight winters in age -- had stumbled out of the reeds and were staring at her. The boy was clad in simple brown rags, while the little girl, with curls the colour of straw, had one finger in her mouth and the other hand clutching a well-loved doll. They looked a little nervous, but the boy took a step forward. "Are you an angel?" he asked. On the ferry, meanwhile, the thick-shouldered, unsmiling man at the ferry's rope bit one of the silver pieces Najos had thrown to him and quickly whipped it into his pocket. He glanced back in the direction Najos was looking, towards the Company, shrugged, and started to remove the ropes holding the ferry to the western bank of the river. "Time's wasting," he said, walking towards the last tie. TAG: Krayt, Ktala, all -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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DarthXan318 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/1 2:33am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure - Date Edited: 7/1 2:35am (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthXan318
	... I could have sworn I posted. Whoops. IC: Corrath Marktos Drellin's Ferry "Cheers," Corrath said cheerfully to the guards. She mounted her horse and urged him onward to the ferry, not pausing to listen to what Ariel was telling them. Altair was reluctant to get close to the water's edge, but upon seeing Najos' horse get on the ferry without incident, Corrath was able to convince him to board. Just in time, too: the ferryman was already untying the ropes. The half-elf slid off and tossed the ferryman two silver pieces as Ariel rejoined them. "Perhaps, we can share a room?" she asked quietly. With a smirk, she added, "I prefer NOT to spend it with a load of males, if possible..." Corrath grinned and nodded. "Naturally. Yes, of course." After agreeing to meet on the other side, Ariel flexed her wings and took to the skies. Corrath looked back at the rest of the company, still dithering near the guard post. "Hurry up," she called out to them. TAG: Ktala, Najos, etc -----signature----- It's "godmoding," not "godmodding." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godmoding
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Livi-Wan Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/1 2:52am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Skadi Drellin's Ferry Though it was not her custom to be silent- well, she spoke up when she saw the need, and that was much too often these days- Skadi was content to let Alessandro and the others handle the Drellin's Ferry locals. It was a hot day, she had been fighting hard, and she was not as young as she once was. Of coursem that didn't mean she hadn't heard Corrath and Ariel arranging to share a room 'away from the boys'. Skadi was a little suprised to find that she was apparently lumped in this category too. However, the cleric perked up a bit when they got to the ferry. Boats of any kind had always interested Skadi- her father had been a fisherman until he'd retired and sailing trips had been a frequent treat when she was small. Of course, piracy had given her a considerable amount of sailing experience as well. Moving forward, she cast a professional eye over the small craft and nodded approvingly at the unsmiling ferryman. "Need a hand there?" she offered. [TAG Any] OOC: Do I need to make a Sailing skill check I wonder? -----signature----- Sithy, Livi, DVC- Clogs in the machine since 2005 Winner of Best RP-er, Autumn 2005 Mad Aunt Millicent- 007 family
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/1 7:00pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	DM OOG: Livi: Indeed you do ... for reasons as set out beneath. Sa'adi Adim The Ferry, Drellin's Ferry Sixth of Mirtul, Year of Scattered Lanterns Skadi's suggestion of assistance had been made out of simple kindness. Unfortunately, the ferryman's scowl deepened. He pushed long, black hair out of his face. Skadi wasn't to know, of course, but Drathgar the ferryman wasn't having a good day. His great granduncle, the Drellin of the town's name, would not have been proud of him. Over the course of the morning he'd been cheated by two passing merchants and their four guardsmen -- they'd provided counterfeit silver pieces which he'd only discovered after they'd gotten off at the western bank. His protests had been met by silent stares and hands on swords from the guardsmen, and indifference from the merchants. That had been the only "paying" custom for the day; he didn't charge locals for transit, and the trade had been drying up with all the raids. It was hot, sweaty, he was hungry, and now a woman -- he could tell from the voice coming from inside the silvery helm -- had implied that he wasn't strong enough or fast enough to get them across in due time. So Drathgar turned from the last rope, sweating in the sun, and took a step towards her. "I'll tell you what, swordswoman." He deliberately ignored the clerical inscriptions of her armour, feeling his words, anger-bitten, snap out across the deck of the ferry. "If you think I'm not getting you 'cross this river fast enough, you can certainly do it for me. I'll even make it more interesting. I've a timeglass crafted by Sertieren the Wise here. Every day I get this ferry across the river just before the last grain of sand falls through it. If you can do it in less time than that, free passage to you and yer friends here. If you don't, you pay me double the normal price. Agreed?" Skadi had taken a look around the ferry and figured out its construction; she'd seen many of its type. The ferry was guided to the opposite bank by the two thick ropes running from one side to the other, but the actual propulsion to get across was driven by a large, single rudder/pole at the ferry's stern. A lot of the skill in getting across the river was in the strength required to pole the ferry across, but there was still some skill required to make sure the ferry kept broadly within the line of the guide ropes. Drathgar stood awaiting her response. TAG: Livi-Wan, all DM OOG: So if you take this up you'll need to make a Profession (Sailor) roll. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Ktala Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/1 11:09pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Ariel Elandinai Near the Elsir River, Drellin's Ferry Ariel moved across to the sergeant and briefly described what she'd seen at the ruined farmhouse. The guardsman's face grew grim. He lowered his eyes to the road and sighed. "That is evil news," he said. "Nevertheless, I thank you, my lady, for telling us of this. I will have a contingent head out to the ruin right away. I know the place you speak of; it is a dangerous place for ambush. Again, my thanks -- at least it will bring his widow, whoever it is, some comfort to know he died rather than abandoned her." After speaking with Corrath, Ariel spread her wings and flew across the river, entirely bypassing the ferry and its occupants. She landed quickly, and folded her wings, glad that she did not have to step foot on the leaky bridge. As she folded her wings tightly around her, she heard a rustling from some high reeds a few meters south along the riverbank, and when Ariel turned to look in that direction she spotted two pairs of wide human eyes staring at her. She couldnt help but smile. Two human children, neither could have been more than seven or eight winters in age -- had stumbled out of the reeds and were staring at her. The boy was clad in simple brown rags, while the little girl, with curls the color of straw, had one finger in her mouth and the other hand clutching a well-loved doll. They looked a little nervous, but the boy took a step forward. "Are you an angel?" he asked. Ariel bend down to one knee, so she would not be towering over the children. She gave them a small wink, as she understood the meaning of their words. Indeed, she probably did looking rather like the being they were talking about. She tilted her head slightly. "No...but I do help them, sometimes.." she said softly, with a smile. She then stood. "So, be good." she said with a grin. She then started walking back towards the area the ferry would be heading for. Once she was out of sight of her 'admirers', she could slip on her hat of disguise, and blend in a bit better. She tugged her cloak around her, as she walked, humming softly as she waited for the others. TAG:GM, Company of the Crescent Flame -----signature----- Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light!! Earth: The insane asylum for the universe. Cheap core bombs...only used once. ... ...getting back to work...slowly...
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DarthXan318 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/2 12:24am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Incidentally, no, we haven't pulled a Yuul and forgotten Skadi is female. Was just waiting for her to show up... IC: Corrath Marktos Drellin's Ferry Skadi was the next to reach the ferry. Corrath finished tethering Altair to a post and turned to the cleric, just in time to hear her offer to help the ferryman. And said ferryman's angry diatribe in reply. Ah ... Corrath shook her head and turned back to her horse. Privately, she hoped Skadi would take him up on it and beat his time - that was the most satisfying way of dealing with prickly people like him. After Skadi had replied, but before they cast off, Corrath came up beside her. "Ariel and I were planning on sharing a room at the inn," the half-elf said quietly. She grinned. "Away from the boys, and all that. Interested?" TAG: Livi, party -----signature----- It's "godmoding," not "godmodding." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godmoding
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Livi-Wan Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/2 10:05am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Skadi Drellin's Ferry Skadi stayed stock still as the ferryman approached, noticing as she did that he was obviously in a very bad mood and that her comment hadn't helped. "I'll tell you what, swordswoman." He spat, pronouncing the word 'woman' as if it was a particularly nasty curse. Skadi's stance stiffened and a hand strayed to her sword. "If you think I'm not getting you 'cross this river fast enough, you can certainly do it for me. I'll even make it more interesting. I've a timeglass crafted by Sertieren the Wise here. Every day I get this ferry across the river just before the last grain of sand falls through it. If you can do it in less time than that, free passage to you and yer friends here. If you don't, you pay me double the normal price. Agreed?" The cleric looked down at this surly little man who was challenging her. She knew that the high road would be the better one to take- she had meant no offence and apologising would be simple. However, she was not just a cleric. She was Sa'adi Adim, the pirate. The sailor. The warrior. And this man had spat on an honourable offer of aid. "Very well." she replied frostily, holding out a gauntleted hand. "I accept your challenge." As she did so, Skadi heard Corrath mutter something. "Ariel and I were planning on sharing a room at the inn, away from the boys, and all that. Interested?" "Perhaps after I get you to the other side of the river." she replied. [TAG Any] OOC: Sailing roll: 1d20+13= 30 -----signature----- Sithy, Livi, DVC- Clogs in the machine since 2005 Winner of Best RP-er, Autumn 2005 Mad Aunt Millicent- 007 family
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/3 9:07pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	DM OOG: Mitth has kindly advised me that whilst he's still watching the thread, RL is keeping him from consistent posting as such. He's specified a course of action for himself, though, so I'll be understudying Zanaek for the interim. Otherwise I will assume, for the purposes of moving on, that everyone who hasn't checked in has wandered down to the ferry and is presently on it (bar Ariel, of course.) Livi-Wan, Ktala, everyone The Ferry and points east, Drellin's Ferry, Sixth of Mirtul, Year of Scattered Lanterns Drathgar briefly touched Skadi's hand with a strong, rope-worn hand and released it just as quickly. He moved across to the rear of the boat and beckoned the cleric across to the pole/rudder standing at the stern. The pole itself was a large, thick cylinder of hashemi wood which Skadi would recognise as a little out of place on this river; hashemi was very resistant to salt water and wasn't often seen on riverboats. But it would also have encouraged her; the wood had a familiar feel to it as she set her hands on the pole. Behind her, the remainder of the Company of the Crescent Flame had drifted down onto the ferry and were watching, with varying degrees of interest, the unfolding challenge. Drathgar pointed across the river. "When we touch on the other riverbank, I stop timing you. Push off from this bank and pole your way across. Only you -- any of your friends helps out, you lose. Frankly I think you'll get exhausted halfway, swordswoman." He abruptly turned, reached into a bag on the deck, and drew out a small, delicate-looking hourglass shape. This could only have been Sertieren's timeglass. Just as abruptly, he turned the glass over and slapped it onto the gunwale of the ferry. "Go!" On the other side four hundred feet distant, Ariel might have been somewhat unsurprised to hear the patter of small feet behind her as she started back north towards the eastern end of the ferry's guide ropes. The Avariel turned to see that the little boy and girl were following her up the riverbank. The little girl took her finger out of her mouth, an uncertain smile crossing her face. "You're pretty," she said. The boy was more confident now, and Ariel noted a small wooden sword -- a toy -- strapped on his belt by a filthy piece of twine. "Why do you have wings?" the boy asked. TAG: Ktala, Livi-Wan, all -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Yuul_Shamar Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 7/3 11:51pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	OOC: I love our name IC: Celbrandir Celbrandir had been one last ones to make it on the ferry with his horse, not riding it it but walking next to it like most of the others. The elf was silently cheering for their cleric, a part of him knowing she could do this, the group, even the new ones, had been through many things in their travels, and the sorcerer was confident of Skadi's success, at least mostly so. He turned then, looking for Ariel, likely on the town's side of the riverbank and there she was, with a pair of children, young by the look of them. Celbrandir brought his mind back the present, but stayed silent, still thinking over his mistake in their most recent battle. Tag -----signature----- "Your power over others only relates to those who fear you. Look into my eyes, fool, and see no fear."-Darth Shadra, in response to the dread lord Delano Most Eager Newbie - Spring RPF awards 2008 Most Eager GSE Player! Sith Lord! Watch out! John 3:16
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Ktala Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/4 9:42pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Ariel Elandinai East Side of the Elsir River, Drellin's Ferry As Ariel walked along, watching with interest what movement was going on with the ferry, she heard the sound of small feet behind her as she started back north towards the eastern end of the ferry's guide ropes. Ariel turned to see that the little boy and girl were following her up the riverbank. Oh well, so much for blending in. The little girl took her finger out of her mouth, an uncertain smile crossing her face. "You're pretty," she said. Ariel stopped, not wanting these children to follow her to far..especially so close to the river. "Why, thank you!" Ariel said with a smile. "Your pretty too..." The boy was more confident now, and Ariel noted a small wooden sword -- a toy -- strapped on his belt by a filthy piece of twine. "Why do you have wings?" the boy asked. Ariel turned towards them and smiled. "I am the way I am so that I may help the Goddess with her many chores." She laughed softly. "And I see you are preparing to be a fine warrior." She then nodded, looking a bit more strict. "And you should head back for home now, so that your parents wont be worried about you." Ariel didnt mind talking to the children, but knowing how nervous parent could get of strangers, she didnt want to invite any trouble. With that, she learned and made her way down to the area the ferry would end at, hoping that the kids would hang back. If they didnt, she was going to have to 'disappear' to get these kids to stop following her. TAG: GM, Company of the Crescent Flame -----signature----- Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light!! Earth: The insane asylum for the universe. Cheap core bombs...only used once. ... ...getting back to work...slowly...
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DarthXan318 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/5 2:11am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Come on guys, just because there's nothing to stab doesn't mean there's nothing to do. IC: Corrath Marktos Ferry Corrath nodded at Skadi's reply, but said nothing further. That the cleric was being taciturn as usual came as no surprise - Skadi was not nearly as bad as Zanaek in terms of preaching, but that didn't mean she approved of Corrath's light-fingered thievery. But this was the first major town they'd encountered in a while, and Corrath didn't fancy babysitting Alessandro or Halden if they got utterly smashed. Watch them get drunk and laugh uproariously, maybe. Babysit them after, no. The ferryman outlined the rules of the challenge. "When we touch on the other riverbank, I stop timing you. Push off from this bank and pole your way across. Only you -- any of your friends helps out, you lose." Corrath held up her hands in mock submission and stepped back; she had no desire to touch any part of the boat beyond the deck, anyway. She didn't even see how this was supposed to work - so there were ropes, and a pole, but how did that translate into motion? "Frankly I think you'll get exhausted halfway, swordswoman. Go!" The ferryman flipped over his hourglass, and it was on. TAG: Livi, DM, etc -----signature----- It's "godmoding," not "godmodding." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godmoding
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Livi-Wan Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/5 3:49am Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	Skadi Drellin's literal Ferry "Frankly I think you'll get exhausted halfway, swordswoman. Go!" Not bothering to waste her breath on pointless jibes, Skadi took up the pole and, after flicking her eyes across the rest of the craft to check that everyone was on board and they had cast off, started to use it to steer the ferry across the river. The hashemi wood felt like an old friend, warm under her hands as she heaved the pole forwards and back, forwards and back. The day was starting to cool- it was late afternoon by now- and Skadi was thankful for that as she got to the middle of the river. She hadn't had time to take her armour off, only removing her gauntlets and helmet, and the weight was starting to feel opressive. However, she couldn't waste thoughts on sympathy any more than she could look around at her companions for support. It felt like an age before the ferry touched the other bank. Not waiting to see how she had done, Skadi picked up the rope at the stern and jumped off to moor it securely on the other side. Only then did she allow herself to turn around and look at the ferryman. It was with some satisfaction that she noted that she had clearly beaten his time. [TAG Company, Saint] -----signature----- Sithy, Livi, DVC- Clogs in the machine since 2005 Winner of Best RP-er, Autumn 2005 Mad Aunt Millicent- 007 family
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guitar_hero Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/5 12:31pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure - Date Edited: 7/5 12:32pm (1 edits total) Edited By: guitar_hero
	Alessandro The Elsir River, Drellin's Ferry Alessandro looked up at Skadi from where he sat, lounging lazily on the ferry's gunwale and enjoying the warmth and gentle breeze. "That was quite a lovely ride, Skadi," he said innocently, brushing an errant lock of hair back into place. "Perhaps you've found your higher calling?" Tag: Livi, Any
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/6 8:36pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	DM OOG: Hijacking Mitth's character Zanaek for this exercise. The Company of the Crescent Flame The eastern bank of the Elsir River Drellin's Ferry, Sixth of Mirtul, Year of Scattered Lanterns Drathgar the ferryman's face had gone through several different expressions before they reached their final stopping point of amazement. That look was matched by the gaping mouths of his two stevedores on the eastern bank as the ferry touched the far bank. The record of six minutes for crossing the River had been set by old Drellin himself, and never beaten until today. And beaten convincingly -- by a good thirty seconds or more, had the timeglass been of that accuracy to mark it. Although Skadi, the cleric of Tyr, was here in Drellin's Ferry, it seemed Sa'adi Adim, terror of the Sea of Fallen Stars, had also arrived. Drathgar absently reached out and picked up the timeglass on the gunwale, the sand still clearly running through the glass, and put it back into his leather bag. Drathgar stood up from his seated position on the deck and walked over to Skadi with a truly chastened expression on his face, touching his forelock as he gave a bow to the ex-pirate. "Begging your pardons, honoured servant of Tyr," said Drathgar, sweeping his hand wide to indicate the far bank of the Elsir was the Company's for the taking. "I've never seen a poling like that done in all my years here on this riverbank. Please forgive my harsh words; they were made in haste. Your god, and all the gods, go with thee on whatever business you have here, ma'am." The ferryman stood aside, allowing the Company to debark without paying any sort of fee for the crossing. They were met on the far side by Ariel, who had drawn one or two looks from passerby -- but who, it seemed, had managed to lose the two children who had been following her. They were two running, playing figures in the distance on the riverbank. Whatever thoughts the Company had about what they'd just seen, Zanaek Grahorn, cleric of Torm, was the first to speak. Visible from here, on the ground floor of a two-storey stone building, was a faintly creaking panel of wood on twine hangers with a black and white span over blue waters; the Old Bridge Inn. Although Skadi's perception of the period of time it had taken was an age, it was in fact only a good six minutes or so after they'd left the far bank, thus leaving the Company of the Crescent Flame with a good three hours of daylight left to explore the village. Ahead and to their left seemed to be an open-air marketplace on the village green, centred around a large and ancient sycamore tree, though it looked to be a market devoted to fruit, vegetables, and other primary produce of that kind. At this hour the green was still busy with people, albeit it would never reach the frenzied levels of commerce of a city. The smell of baked goods was stronger here; there was likely some miller's shop somewhere around the place, and in the afternoon light the green was divided by golden streams of light. Zanaek reached in and pulled out the pouch Ariel had located with the merchants' bodies. He counted out the 355 gold pieces therein and handed an equal portion of each to every member of the party. As such each member of the party received 44 gold pieces, with Zanaek holding onto the spare 3 gold pieces himself. "It will do us better to split up and see to our individual needs," said the young cleric. "I think it unlikely one would run into danger here. I propose that we meet at the Old Bridge Inn around sundown and settle in for the night there. For myself, I intend to find a new horse and then look into this matter of the hobgoblin raids. Any of you who wish to go with me are most welcome, of course. Otherwise, I shall see you all this evening." With that, the cleric headed off into the town, finding his way past the Old Bridge Inn and eventually turning south towards Delora's Livery Stables. In his (somewhat singed) clerical garb he drew a few looks of interest, but nothing in the way of hostile intent. Delora's was a smallish building made of old roshinwood, dark and red-hued at its ends. It smelled of horse, unsurprisingly; next to a corral which contained two horses and a donkey; one of the horses was clearly the size of Zanaek's lost mount, and a cloudy grey, while the other horse was a much larger and heavier warhorse of a dark brown. Zanaek entered Delora's to the clunk of a cowbell, and from amongst the various racks of saddlery, bridles, and feed a hard-looking blonde woman walked out, garbed in riding clothes. She had the look of a warrior even though she was clearly a horsetrader; perhaps she'd been one before settling down here in the Ferry. In any event the conversation quickly turned to the horses outside, and Zanaek was soon advised that the light horse, being the grey, was 75 gold pieces in cost while the heavy warhose was closer to 100 gold pieces. Both were decent examples of their breed, and didn't seem to have any form of disease or problem with them. Zanaek was able to barter Delora down to 70 gold pieces, but she drove a hard bargain and Zanaek eventually had little choice but to hand over the 70 gold required. TAG: Everyone DM OOG: I would be most grateful if everyone could at least chime in OOC and tell me what your characters are doing between now and sunset when you'll all be headed over to the Old Bridge Inn. I would much prefer to play it all IC, but if you're truly busy and haven't got the time right now, at least let me know so I'm not waiting for people to check in. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/6 10:44pm Subject: RE: A Tide of Flames: a d20 Dungeons & Dragons adventure
	DM OOG: Posting for Krayt, whose interwebz is stuttering... IC: Najos Drellin's Ferry Najos snorted as he watched Skadi pole the ferry across the river. Weren't cleric's supposed to be above taking insult and just letting things go? Whatever the case, Najos was not going to complain. He grinned and nodded smugly. All these clerics need to lighten up anyways. Besides, even a god himself wouldn't take that challenge lying down... He almost cheered when the ferry reached the other side of the river while the sand was still clearly going. As he passed the ferryman, he gave him a sympathetic look. "Next time, don't challenge an offer of help. Espessially when it comes from the Company of the Crescent Flame." With that, he walked over to where the company was gathered around Zanaek, who was handing out gold. "It will do us better to split up and see to our individual needs, I think it unlikely one would run into danger here. I propose that we meet at the Old Bridge Inn around sundown and settle in for the night there. For myself, I intend to find a new horse and then look into this matter of the hobgoblin raids. Any of you who wish to go with me are most welcome, of course. Otherwise, I shall see you all this evening." Najos took the coins and slipped them into a pouch inside his tunic. He raised his hand in a half salute. "I'm heading off to that smith the guard spoke of and maybe that magic place....not sure what I'll need from there though. Anyways, I'll meet back up with you guys at the inn." He waited a moment to see if anyone was coming along and started off towards the smith. When he reached the small building, he walked in and without preamble began to unload the longswords off himself. "My name's Najos, an adventurer. My companions and I came across a hobgoblin raiding party and defeated them. Sadly we were too late for their victims. Since the guard told me that your shipments have been delayed, I was wondering if you would be interested in buying some weapons and armor I have come across." He smiled friendly and began unpacking the armor and crossbows from his bag of holding. TAG: GM -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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