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 Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 8:58 am
Revlis
As you arrive at the southern Palisades, there are dozens of militia milling about rapidly and you can see the few defensive weapons such as ballistae and light catapults were being armed and prepared for the next assault. There are many supply chests and barrels on the second floor of the wooden palisade though most are guarded by the archers and spotters keeping watch for the hordes.
One man in particular stands out above the rabble, a weathered looking human with a salt and pepper beard and broad shoulders. He shouts orders to the men and you hear one call back: "Aye! Cap'n Belgrath!" The man is dressed in unusual battle-garb, given that he was a long leather duster and a wide-brimmed hat as opposed to the traditional armor that most of the other conscripts wear. Despite this, the men seem to heed his word unconditionally.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 9:31 am
Azlok sighed at the drink menu given verbally. "Blessings of Hrolfnir upon ya, if that's aw ye got left. Aye, th' priests son in fact. An' if I can 'elp, provide a decent drink fer these pilgrimers, I'll do whit ah can. A pint of ale to sustain me, an' which way to th' barracks?" he replied, silently wondering what Hrolnfnir was wanting for him, or from him, with this twist. His hand withdrew two gold pieces from his pocket and placed them upon the table, giving a sufficient tip, as you should to all bartenders.
Action: Order ale, get directions to barracks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:28 pm
The humans insult was hardly befitting. The dwarf had a better one with "Knife Ears". Racism aside, he tried a more subtle approach.
"When I said reward I didn't say monetary. An elf o my age prefers the finer things in life, if you would. I couldn't help but to hear you mention Telanor Red, which if you were going to give away for free, I could say offer my assistance for it."
After all, it would be much better than the ale the barkeep had, and it had been some time since he had a fine glass of liqueur.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:15 pm
"Thanks," Litaria said, taking the stew from Matilda. She took a sip; it was weak, but didn't taste half bad.
Upon hearing what the elf had to say, she sighed, put down her spoon, and held out the bottle to him. She'd been planning to hold on to it and sell it at some point--she liked sweet wine, but gold seemed more important at the moment than treating her taste buds--but she could see the practical benefit of having a fighter accompany her.
"Two conditions for this. One, I get a glass. Two, if you're too drunk out there to defend yourself, I'm leaving you to the goblins."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:24 pm
Revlis raised an eyebrow at the strangely dressed human, but smiled despite himself. There had to be something to these strange, impulsive folk that allowed them to thrive in such abundance throughout the world. Thrive. That had a nice ring to it. One that gave to the tired elf new resolve... at least for the moment.
All thought of a comfortable night's rest now thoroughly forgotten in hustle and bustle of the humans, Revlis gave himself to the moment and brazenly approached the absurd Captain.
"Well met, Captain. I'm told you could use some hands. Though I am not clear what with, I do have two of them, and they are rather unoccupied at the moment."
Action: talk to Captain Belgrath (hopefully find out what all the ruckus is about, since I have been quite literally living under rocks)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:56 am
Azlok
The barkeep gave a toothy grin as he pocketed the money and served up the cleric's drink.
"Well, the barracks an' armory's on the south side o' town. Near the main gate an' the palisades. Look fer a man by the name o' Belgrath, e's the one holdin' everythin' together right now."
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Ezarix & Litaria have officially joined forces!
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Revlis
The Captain spun about and immediately took stock of the elf before him, hand on the hilt of his sheathed blade. You can see that he is quite seasoned and despite the aged wrinkles of his face and the gray and white patches in his hair that the fire within his sea-green eyes burned brightly.
"Well, you look like you can carry yourself well enough with a blade. I'd appreciate any help you can give here at the South Palisades. The next wave of goblins should be arriving any moment, or at least that's what our scouts have told me. There's a few things I could probably use someone of your caliber to take care of."
He scratched his beard for a moment and then pointed towards a group of trainees and an instructor practicing on a barrel. The display before you is quite pathetic, their form is all wrong with their spears and their weapons continue to get stuck in the wood of the barrel while the instructor continuously berates them. You cannot help but grin.
"Think you can do better? Show those whelps what you can do," he paused, "Or, go up to the second floor of the palisades and check on the three ballistae teams and let me know their status. We're running out of time."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:23 pm
Normally he would have preferred money, except in this case he was more wanting to do something and the wine was a good diversion for still getting something for his service.
"You have a deal. I may even allow a second glass if warranted." He said with a grin. He pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and took a seat.
"That stew looks decent enough, I think I might join you for a bowl." He said as he fished out a gold coin. It was a good idea to eat before they left to fight. Fighting whilst famished could make any man liable to defeat. Defeat by the means of goblins was never a favorable end.
Action: Order soup
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:27 pm
Azlok took the handle of the glass in his grasp and lifted the drink to his lips, stopping at his lips only momentarily to thank Hrolfnir that they had alcohol at all. Then he took a hearty swig, downing a third of it. While the taste was nowhere near dwarven average, or anywhere close, it was better than water. He found it to be worth downing, as it seemed like he would be off to battle, and he needed to enjoy Hrolfnir's blessing before dying, should that come to pass. "Whats 'e look like?" he asked, assuming there'd be more than one man at the barracks. He drank another third of the ale, if it was qualified to be called that, as he listened to the man's response.
Action: Investigate about Belgrath.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:14 am
((Sorry if your response post is short this time, Killer. You're kinda in dialogue with Litaria, so my NPC's don't have much going on at the moment.))
Ezarix
Matilda arrives once again with a bowl of warm stew and sets it down before the elf, picking up the gold piece and dashing off again towards the other patrons.
Azlok
"Mmm... Well, Cap'n Belgrath is not really Sun's Reach's guard captain. E's much more at home on the sea than the land and it shows quite a bit when ya meet the man. He refuses ta take off his long duster jacket and wide-brimmed hat. Tell's some pretty fanciful stories fer a human, plenty o' fun ta have around in the bar but 'e was more often out on the sea, travelin' throughout the Peninsula fer trade 'n such. While 'e was in port this time, we came under attack by the goblins an' thank whiche'er god decided ta show mercy on us that 'e was in town when they did. Him an' his sailors have held our defenses this whole time, ne'er stoppin' ta think about themselves."
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:02 pm
"Thank ya greatly," Azlok replied to the barkeep. He downed the last third of the ale and went off to the south side of town, keeping his eyes peeled for guards and men in suits.
As he approached the area where warriors were more frequent, he entered the building marked as the barracks. He then proceeded to look for Captain Belgrath.
Action: Investigate barracks for Captain Belgrath.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 5:50 am
Fingering the hilts of his trusty blades, Revlis eyed the haphazard display below. He was no teacher, barely more than a student himself, but he could at least help to shore them up when trouble inevitable came calling.
"Aye, I'll do what I can, Captain," he answered and hopped off to the line of 'practicing' men.
Action: Join the ground troupes
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 11:33 am
Azlok
You arrive at the southern palisades, the men here are all garbed in traditional battle attire with the exception of one in particular at the center of it all. Dressed in a long coat and wide brimmed hat, you are certain the man before you giving orders is in fact Captain Belgrath.
Revlis
You move amongst the trainees encircling the barrel. The drill sergeant sizes you up in a few mere moments and snorts derisively.
"You think you can do better elf? Show me what you've got! Take your best shot at this barrel!"
((Make a post with a d20 roll. Anything better than 8 will be successful for this challenge if you choose to accept it.))
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Babelguppy rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 3:06 am
Revlis eyed the barrel, the instructor, and the intrigued students. He certainly didn't need to impress anyone; what he had endured just to get here... they would likely never know.
Then again, there was the way the drill sergent looked at him. Even if the man was the better fighter, he was obviously a no-good teacher, especially with an attitude like that. He wasn't doing anyone any favors by backing down from this. He certainly couldn't do worse as a teacher.
Taking up his blades he sized up the instructor one last time and the barrel for good measure.
"Well, I am little more than a student myself, but why not? Let's see what I've got."
Action: flamboyantly attack barrel
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 3:09 am
((not sure how to call that. was that DC8, or exclusively BETTER than 8?))
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 4:53 am
Azlok stepped toward the captain, wondering what this pirate was doing being noble. All the stories he knew, the pirates would pillage other ships to make money. Terrors of the sea, bandits with a boat, so why were they helping? Azlok assumed they had a monetary gain to chase with helping the trade post. "Keptin, I've heard teel that yoor th' body leadin' this defense stance. How can ah assist?" he offered, stepping up to stand in front of the captain.
Action: Investigate what problems they have at the barricade
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