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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 4:55 pm
Kal went to the primary, now post-primary caravan area an began gathering thing together, moving supplies with Selce. He hoped that earned at least the slightest trust with the group. His speed and agility helped him to carry the supplies back and forth quickly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:29 pm
Tjaden nodded to Erron's suggestion. While the others moved mundane items, aided by the caravan loaders, Tjaden lifted Phineas and, as careful as possible, brute him to a wagon with enough room to place Phineas among blankets and pillows, a makeshift bed, if ever their was one.
"If anyone has a heal spell...now would be an opportune time to use it." Tjaden said, looking from one magic user to the other.
No one said it, too focused on the imminent danger to their fearless leader, but Tjaden figured that everyone was thinking it. Trolls must have had something to do with the ransacking of the Haven Outpost, but it still required the existence of a brains behind the brawn.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:25 pm
Prometheus started helping selce and kal, when he heard Tjaden ask for a heal spell.
"Yes, I can heal, but should I use it? He's already had first aid," Prometheus said running swiftly to where Tjaden stood.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:35 pm
Selce loaded the last of the goods that were still in decent shape into another wagon. She wandered over to the wagon that held Phineas. "Yes any help would do wonders." She told Prometheus, unsure if Phineas would even survive after they had gotten the caravan moving.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:36 pm
Tjaden spoke in a low voice to his comrade.
"There is only two hours to go till we get to haven. This entire caravan is run and operated by Phineas, who manages to also keep the piece. Without a clear leader, mercenaries get out of line, shipments go missing, people leave. Now that is worse case scenario, but we will be able to rest in Haven." Tjaden reasoned. "Phineas has contacts. Either way, what could possibly go wrong in two hours?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 3:48 pm
Kal followed Selce back to the group, since they'd finished getting everything together. He heard Tjadden. "You are going to get us killed," he replied. "Things always go wrong when people say that," he added, explaining. He knew some folklore, mostly including Lady Luck and the Sharp One. Lady Luck was fickle regularly, when you said that phrase, 'what could go wrong?' she especially liked to show what could go wrong. But perhaps this one time, she would overlook the Orc's mistake.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:19 pm
Prometheus readied himself, and let the secrets of the forest seep into his brain. Then he placed his hands over Phineas, and seeing as this was more serious he cast Cure Medium Wounds.
After he cast the spell Prometheus bent over in exhaustion. He had never used this many spells, or such high level.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:34 pm
Two hours wasn't long, but LAren still agreed with the halfling's assesment on what Tjadden had said. Still she didn't comment on it just saying as the Druid healed Phineas, "We should get moving," and then moving ahead to do some scouting.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:51 pm
Erron grabbed the horse that Phineas was riding when they were attacked and mounted it "Lets get going, we're packed and ready to go so we might as well get on with the trip"
He rode to each of the caravans and had them get back into their positions, confirmed the direction they had to ride and took the lead of the new primary wagon, going back to the pace they were moving before, the caravan continued onto the final leg of the trip (Sorry that took so long, I assumed Tonas was going to do a time advancement)
Erron rides up to Selce and offers her a spot on the saddle behind him (There's probably another horse or two that were attached to the destroyed wagon, if you feel like saddling up go ahead)
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 9:52 pm
Tjaden took one of the extra horses from the broken wagon and climbed onto its back. He slung his shield of his shoulder and grabbed the reins, guiding the creature to where the mercenaries lounged, wondering who would pay them when they got to Haven.
"Up and at 'em boys, you won't earn your gold letting this caravan break apart." Tjaden said, addressing the distressed crowd of warriors. He paused, his hair blowing in the wind, armour glinting in the sun, the perfect picture of a veteran soldier.
"These people need protection and its your job to see it down. Are you going to let two hours stand between you and a job well done. Our reputations, and our honour, lies in this caravan reaching Haven. So will you be the warriors who abandoned your post when your leader fell....or will you boast to your future employers about the time you helped a caravan face a pair of trolls and prevail? THe choice is yours." Tjaden finished his speech just as Erron managed the caravan wagons into position and took the lead spot. TJaden wheeled his horse around, simply saying, "fall in."
Tjaden trotted up to Prometheus, the man had looked tired after the last spell.
"You should take a spot on a wagon and rest. Conserve the rest of your strength. You did, after all, take the brunt of that second troll." TJaden stated with a grin. His reservations about the druid were beginning to dissipate with a new respect for Prometheus as a warrior and hero.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:36 am
Kal jumped into one of the wagons. Ignoring the Orc's speech. While it may have been motivating and unifying, Kal didn't care much for it. He had all the motivation he needed in the city lying ahead. So many things to see, to study, to steal, he wanted to get there as soon as possible, he didn't need a speech to motivate him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 4:06 am
Prometheus looked up at the orc, and managed a smile. "Ride well my friend," He simply stated, as he dragged himself to the nearest caravan, and sat down in it. Still looking around, and being fully alert in case anything where to happen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:46 am
Selce took Erron's proffered seat behind him. "Thank you, sitting on the wagons takes a bit to get used to, especially with the many bumps in this road." She said and turned part of the way around to make sure the caravan was starting to move.
In the time she had, since she didn't have to steer the horse, Selce listened carefully to the woods but her eyes were locked on the sky where clouds were everywhere highlighted by the light of the sun. "I used to look up at the sky when I was younger, before I left my home to find adventure, fame, and the still elusive thing called treasure. That's what inflated stories do I'd say when heard repeatedly by an excited child though." Selce let it all out in a rush, she found she didn't want to stop but finally windled down.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:08 pm
The time is now 12:00 p.m.
The caravan, though slowed by the numerous wounded, arrives safely at the gates of Haven, Phineas Fairhand has regained consciousness thanks to the watchful and supportive hands of Prometheus and the others. The gates are significantly large and ornate. Despite being one of the younger races of the world, the humans always were able to remain no less august in their architecture and aesthetic designs.
The gates were oddly closed, however as the caravan approached. This was a sight unseen for a vastly significant period of time. A dozen guards pour out from the gatehouse and approach the caravan, armed and weapons drawn.
"Who are you and why have you come?" the one who was clearly more decorated in armor than his subordinates.
Phineas managed to climb out of the wagon with some difficulty, holding his arm with his other hand.
"Good to see you again Rugarth, I see you've grown a beard."
"Phineas! By Balpheron's lance! What happened to you?"
"Oh nothing, just some renegade trolls. Nothing a few days of rest won't fix. I've brought the caravan of supplies and stone for the city. I am assuming that because of Balpheron's Grasp outpost's destruction you have shut the gates to the city?"
The guard captain's face turned to a furious yet confused shade of crimson.
"Balpheron's Grasp is lost? Bloody hell... Those beasts are at it again. Phineas, we are at war. Those animals from the north are--- WHAT THE? You are traveling with one in your group?!"
Rugarth and his men quickly encircled Tjaden on his mount and had their spears prepared to thrust.
"STAY THIS MADNESS! Rugarth! Tjaden is a loyal, strong and honest individual, rivaling only the knights of Balpheron in their chivalry. You will not lay a hand on him. I stake my life and my reputation on the validity of his character. What has done this, Rugarth? What has made you so paranoid about the orcs?"
The guard captain and his men backed down hesitantly and stepped back away. Rugarth looked with discontent at the caravan master.
"These.. monsters... have been raiding our isolated farms, villages and outposts, killing men, women and children in every event. Every single emissary we have sent to the Two-Tusk Citadel has been sent back in pieces. They say that we are the evil ones, that we deserve nothing but death! Well, I'll be damned if I am about to allow my city to fall to their ilk!"
The guard captain turned to Tjaden and glared at him menacingly.
"If you so much as try to cause trouble within these walls, I will make it my personal vendetta to see you hang from the gallows."
With that ominous exchange, Rugarth backed away and moved towards the gate.
"Open the gates, Phineas' caravan has arrived... do not fire upon the orc traveling with them."
The massive wooden and iron gate moaned as the gears turned and slowly opened, revealing the magnificent stone city inside.
Phineas turned to Tjaden as the caravan made its way into the citadel.
"Don't worry, my dear friend. If there is anyone who will listen to reason, it will be the Grand Patriarch of Balpheron himself: Beremond Truthbearer. We will visit him as soon as we have delivered the supplies to the market district."
With that, the gates closed behind them and the caravan made its way to the Market District.
Chapter Completed! Quest Completed!
All players have gained a level, please message me to check in and receive your new bonuses. The party has also gained the 2000 gold promised for their successful escort.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:43 pm
Erron dismounted from the horse he and Selce had been riding and talking on, he helped Selce off, he stood waiting for the rest of the party to assemble and decide what was next for them to do.
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