Fourier wrote: » OOC: Wisdom check to gauge the men. Given your age as an elf, you've experience, so -2. "Oh ere" says one of the men "look at this lad, he's prettier than me bloody wife. You ere to gawk at us short lived mortals m'lord elf, bloody arrogant of ya you stuck up.." he receives another wallop "Garp you idiot, dats a bloody high elf, he's got magic and all, could turn ye into a worm or shrink yer manhood Beggin yer pardon Sir!"
Fourier wrote: » Alexander remembers old tomes mentioning that having the skin retain the magical properties of a living drake requires a Theurgist or greater, this man is not just a tanner.OOC: Theurgist is a Level 4 Magic User
Necrominus wrote: » 'Thankee, High Cleric, blessing of Thurmun to ya too. Now, I don't want to trouble you too much, I'll let you get back to your quiet reflection. Me own will follow later, once I've partaken in yer blessing ceremony this afternoon. Can ye describe what gifts great Thurmun bestows on fellows such as mesel'?'
Necrominus wrote: » One last question and I'll let ye get back to yer worshippin'. Not tryin' ter intrude, hope ye understand. When I travel to the canyon, I'd wish to be as near to Thurmun's tomb as possible for me own worshippin', if ya catch me drift. Whereabouts in the ground should I pray would ye suggest that would have me close as possible to bask in Thurmun's presence....?'
Fourier wrote: "On a mountain dwarf I do not know, it is so long since one has visited. If you earn his respect I suspect it will be great indeed." "Near the old plaza his ancient followers built. More than this I cannot say."
sKeith wrote: » "Blessings of Thurmon to be upon you... My name is Ekbard, the Devil Rider, I hail from far far away, and am pleased to make the aquaintance of pretty much anybody. I'm sorry that I almost damaged you with this boulder, but I am not sure what to do with myself, maybe you know what is going on here?"
Lord TSC wrote: » Alexander: Hang on. You say the drake skin bound book will offer me protections of sorts. If that is true, it means you have a far greater ability than you would have me believe. You said you did this in addition to your "usual craft"? Who are you really?
OldGoat wrote: » "Tell me this lads, how did last years Tourney turn out? Who were the winners, did anyone die, what are the daily challenges like and most importantly, where are the bookies to be found?" Dropping to a conspiratorial whisper I add "I've heard tell of a fighter known as the Devil Rider after his prowess in strength and his glories in battle. I want to place a wager on him before word gets out about how good he is."
Banjo wrote: » "These are not questions for men enjoying their leisure! Tell me, Garp - where can a gal go to learn more about your wonderful town?"
Necrominus wrote: » 'Hail and well met. I heard tell from one of yer girls that this was the finest store in Thurmonton, with prices to match! I'm lookin for a sword, had me eye on a bastard one in the last place I stopped but the price be too steep.'
Fourier wrote: » Betty is over seven foot tall, with muscles to match, she is fair of hair and skin, not from the State of Soetrard originally that much is obvious, her back is turned. "A Bastard sword, aye yer a big bad fighter are ya. Is this for the games Mr..." She turns and pauses, gazing at BandyLegs. She stammers a bit, her checks going an obvious red. "...Dwarf, a dwarf, a moun...mountain dwarf. Eh,...our bastard swords are over there..."
Fourier wrote: » "It's simple lad. The more boulders you lift after the bell is sounded the higher your score. Every day there'll be a different event and the highest score overall at the end of the five days gets the coveted 'Cloak of Thurmun', worn by Thurmun 'imself over 500 years ago. It's gone to Big Betty for the last four years runnin' Oi, that accent o' yours is foreign, where are you from warrior?"
Banjo wrote: » "Hail-de-hail! I seek Craste....SHATTERING SHARDS! What in Soet's ring is that!" Her hand fumbles for her flail, until she realised that it's not a giant, it's a trick of perspective - the dwarf and a flogging huge beast of a woman. "Wild guess... Big Betty? I seek your father...unless...are we standing inside him right now...?"
Necrominus wrote: » Bandylegs takes a step back in awe. 'My lady, ne'er before have I seen such fine specimen of woman. It's like ye were cut outta the mountain! Chiseled jaw, strong looking hands.... and I'd wager a few coppers there'd be a set a fine buttocks under that tunic!
Pardon, me lady though, I dinnae mean ta be so forward. I am Bandylegs of house McGillicuddy. It's meant as a compliment, hope ye take it as so! I'm in town fer the blessing of Thurmun. Might stop by his restin' place for a few moments if I get the chance.'
Bandylegs walks over and admires the collection of swords on display. 'Tis a fine collection ye have here... any in particular ye'd recommend fer a dwarf such as mesel'?'
Tigger wrote: » is there an archery competition ? or horse riding ?
sKeith wrote: » "Simples? The winner is the person who lifts the most boulders after the bell, you say.. , now does that mean, lifts the most boulders all at once... a feat of pure strenght and maybe some advantages to thise with longer arms and a good balance.. or is it not all at once, but going from boulder to boulder and lifting and setting each one down again before moving onto the next boulder to lift .. not as much a test of pure strenght, but a mixture of eyehand, strenght, stanima and co-ordination need for that... pray tell you know more about this simple boulder lifting...
And, do you know any more about the St Thurman, like what size was he? I'm not sure I want to be competing for some cloak if he was dollsized, as i would look silly wearing a cloak like that, and would probably never wear it. Although, i probaly need to go find this Big Betty, that'd be a good measure if it would fit or not, cause, why would they enter four more times to win the cloak over and over again if the damned thing didn't fit them, lets hope that the big in Big Betty is not some cruel joke.
oh, and the accent, I'm from Lewisville, although, doubt you know where Lewisville is, as i ain't seen another from Lewisville since I left Pulstan near four years ago. Lewisville is a small coastal town on the western side of Polstan, and.. Idoubt you know of Polstan either, as i aint met anyone from the Neros archipeligo in over two years... I tend not to say thes names anymore as I have given up on finding anyone who would be familiar with my home area, so mostly just say I'm from far far away and that usually apeases most folks, but when questioned on it, i've nothing to hide, so tell all, even though most folk eyes just glaze over and they look at me with that look on their face which tells me they've never heard of any of these places, yeah, thats the look.. Well, look at me rambling away, and i don't even know your name...."
Fourier wrote: » She goes an incredibly bright red, disarmed by BandyLegs's dwarrow-charm. At this she is taken aback. "A dwarf who has come from the mountains to receive the blessings of Thurmun...." she mumbles to herself holding her hands to her cheeks "...it's like one of the old tales, how romantic" She enters the backroom and returns with a war hammer, crackling with dwarven runes, slams the head into the ground and bends her knee. "From this day to the end of my days, I swear fealty to the Dwarven house of McGillicuddy, for surely Thurmun has sent ye here for a task surpassing greatness. And I swear to the member who stands in front of me my heart, our love shall be chaste 'til I prove myself worthy in combat most fierce." BandyLegs notices from the style that the war hammer is five centuries old.OOC: You've earned Big Betty as a free retainer, she is a Level 2 Fighter with 20HP. Her weapon is a war hammer + 2. AC 6. "This mastercrafted bastard sword my beloved. My father spent a month on it."OOC: As Bastard Sword in rulebook, but +1 damage.
Fourier wrote: » Big Betty regards Othegre. "You are no worshiper of Soet woman. Who is your god and why are you here? My father is a devout man in no need of heathens."
Fourier wrote: » The man swallows hard and lifts his hand, uttering a few words quietly and tracing arcane symbols in the air with his left hand. The complexity of the spell is too much for Alexander to follow it entirely but it certainly is related to sound. "There, we may talk freely. No, I am not a tanner. My father was, so I know enough the copy that peasant art. Indeed I am a user of magic like yourself." He glances at Alexander's spell book "I've been to Carrador's shop as well even." "No, in truth I came to this town posing as a tanner as a ruse. This Thurmun owned a castle near here. His tomb I cannot enter for some reason, but I think his castle should be simple enough. If the old scrolls are right, it contains a lot of treasure and items of great interest, including a mighty artifact known as the 'Portus Kallicorum'. The only problem is I cannot find a way in. What do you say we work together on this point? I need another to help move the rocks and I could provide the spell required. A rare one, from beyond Zassan. I had to strangle a Golem to get it and I offer you it for free."
Fourier wrote: » The innkeeper turns to Goodie. "You looking to enter small man? Brave of ye. Aye, days three and four o' the festival are horse riding and bow-firin'. Might be the log jumpin' over at the creek on day two 'd suit ye as well. But I doubt ye'll beat Big Betty." An old man shouts from the back of the inn "Unless by charm shortman, hahahahahaha" the men around him burst out laughing. The innkeeper continues. "Aye, Betty has a thing for the small folk, one o' these opposite attracts things. But this is a halfling lads, not a dwarf, she ain't into them. All small folk ain't the same." The men all whistle and hoot "Ooooooo, sorry Mr. 'Sensitive to Other Races', maybe yous is jealous and want the halfling to yerself" "Yeah, yeah you idiots" he states flatly while washing a glass.
Necrominus wrote: » Tell me Betty, are ye interested in adventure? I think I can be honest with ye, I came fer the blessin', true. But I also came as I heard Thurmun's tomb is haunted, guarded by foul beasts sealed there since long ago. I came to liberate it - well... mesel and a band of others. Othegre here is one of 'em. And if per chance there be treasure deep within, it'd be ours by right.
I know where the tomb is, and the general location of it's entrance but beyond that I'm in the dark. The Cleric in yonder temple gave his blessing for me to visit, but could not tell me the entrance. Says the brotherhood are guarding it... have ye any knowledge of the entrance yerself?'
'Aye, a beauty she is. How much fer the sword?'
Banjo wrote: » .... "Indeed I am not. And yet I am. I follow the teachings of Jammai, and assuming your brain is as big as the rest of you I'm sure you know then that Soet is but another expression of the anguish of the Great Song as it was rent asunder.... I had heard our father was a learned man, I hoped to pass the time with him, one scholar to another, while you twist up the menfolk of the village like pretzels in the Tournament. Is he about, sis?"
Fourier wrote: "I never knew the tomb was haunted for sure, that was always father's theory. He'd be right pleased to hear ye confirm it, how did you come upon such information? I thought the village possessed all the contemporary documents on Thurmun, my father would love to hear where you learned this. I will follow you though, my vow demands it."
Fourier wrote: "No it is forbidden to reveal it and blaspheme to enter. Yours is a righteous cause though, I will do all I can to locate it."
Fourier wrote: "I would give it away beloved, but father requires coin, let us say 15GP."
Lord TSC wrote: » Alexander: I don't fully trust you. Yet. But I have to admit the idea sounds intriguing. The Portus Kallicorum. What does it do exactly?
Fourier wrote: » Betty smiles. "You're a strange one Cleric. I know Soet is but one god among many, but I know nothing of this song. It does sound like something father would love to debate. You can find him in the inn at this time of day. You better know yer stuff though."
Necrominus wrote: » '15GP ye say? Not a worry, me dearest. Wouldn't want yer father thinkin' I was thrifty 'fore I even meet the man! If yer to undertake this quest with me, I suppose ye'll be needing some coin too. I am but a poor dwarf fer now, but I'll see to it ye'll be sufficiently protected. I have a set of studded armour on me horse that is too big fer me. Unless ye have yer own armour that is?' OOC: Do I have to kit out my retainers with gear? I must check the rules again!
