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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:49 am
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:27 pm
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Atop the second carriage, Lydia sits wearing a combination of her outfits - the soft black shoes, and cloth bandoleer of one, with everything else from the other - along with her armor. Her blades rest on her back attached to the bandoleer, while most everything else of hers had been stuffed away into her bag to make the ride as comfortable as it could be (and to keep them safe from the rain, most notably her bow). She had opted to lead the horses of the second carriage, her hazel eyes squinting through the rain for the same reason - she wanted to be able to keep an eye out for trouble. She quite expected to encounter it almost everywhere anymore.
Holding the reins in one of her hands for a moment, she reaches up to brush her hair, darkened from the rain, out of her face. It must have been the dozenth time she had to do that, the weather was quite unforgiving but of course... it wasn't why she wore a frown. Weather such as this once made her smile, the worse it was - the happier she was. However, lately, it just made her depressed. She couldn't wait until they reached their destination, or the rain stopped pouring down on them.
"We'll be out of the rain soon... " She whispers, mostly to the large beasts pulling the carriage, but also to assure herself that it was true: "Just a little longer, and you can rest. Okay? I promise."
"Do you see anything!?" She calls to the first wagon, turning her attention to it and trying to speak loud enough for her voice to carry over the thunder.
[ Spot: 20 || Listen: 23 ] [ I guess I'll stick Lydia driving the second carriage. I think she'd prefer to be outside over inside so she can better keep an eye out. Spot/Listen checks are that, minus whatever for the weather. There are two carriages, right? xD That's what I got from "set of caravans" anyway. ]
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Reevinja Mk II Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:12 pm
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[I guess I'll drive the first one. Probably a good idea to have a rogue on each caravan, anyway.] (Spot: 28, Listen: 20.) [Got a natural 20 on spot, so if there's anything to see, let me know and I'll edit this.]
"Just a really ominous city!" Adriel shouted back.
Adriel had mixed feelings on storms. They were great when on a mission, adding noise to cover his movements. When he was atop a moving vehicle, trying to see where the hell he was going, however, it was a damn nuisance. He glanced down at his clothes, a gray tunic and simple, dark trousers, as well as his special cloak, now completely soaked. He had his rapier on him, but left everything else in his Haversack, inside the caravan. He didn't know if the magic kept Bags of Holding water-proof, but he didn't want to take the chance.
"By Olidammara's grin, I'm freezing out here." he muttered to himself. "Those mages that hired us had better have a damn good room set up for us. One with a fireplace. Yeah..."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:58 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:27 pm
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"Is it, now?" Adriel retorted. "And here I was thinking that rain was magical and could pass completely through wood. Wow, do I feel like such a fool." "Damnable mage and your damn smart remarks..." he muttered.
Adriel had never really trusted mages, entirely. They were too tricky, too unpredictable. Now, if up against a fighter, all you have to do is knock away their weapon and they're as good as dead; unless they're one of those monks, which is trickier, but you still know what you're up against. Knock away a mage's weapon, and the bugger can still set you on fire, or sick a demon on your a**, or something.
For all the ancient's smart remarks though, Adriel'd dealt with worse in his career. But that's a story for a night full of good Dwarven ale.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:32 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:57 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:18 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:57 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:06 pm
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Reevinja Mk II Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:15 am
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[ Honestly... I had no idea what those stones did. I didn't see it mentioned anywhere. ]
"That sounded close... " She murmurs under her breath, "But I don't think they'll bother us... "
"They shouldn't! If they bother us, I'll see if I can turn them away!" She calls back, moments later nearly smacking herself in the forehead as she remembers the sending stones they'd gotten. It was safely tucked away in her bag, like everything else, though it was one of those... out of sight, out of mind circumstances. Still... she didn't feel like digging in there to get it out, content to just call over the storm.
Her attention is then turned from the nearby wolves, to the Fort settled at the base of the mountain. The sight of it nearly caused her to halt the horses immediately, though she kept them moving. She was curious, of course, but didn't think the others would feel the same. Besides, there was probably nothing there... Right?
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:49 am
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 9:13 am
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:09 pm
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