From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Sun Sep 28 2003 - 01:40:40 BST
<First of all, I have updated sheets with karma rituals for the past few days so when you go to spend your LP, make sure you have enough to do what you need.>
You spend most of the day winding your way around the markets and finding the provisions you need. Most of you are low on silver and realise just the food alone for the travel is going to be difficult to afford. However, Elklisee and Angavorn pay for most of the materials once it is collected, with you only needing to purchase any private services or items.
You all meet back at the inn that afternoon to swap tales of your experiences. Garrott tells you of the sale of his broadsword and body shield as he wants to favour a larger weapon. Only to have the T'skrang weaponsmith pay a minimal amount for the weapon and shield and then refuse to haggle for the warhammer that he wished to purchase. He tells you how he would have beaten some sense into the fellow if their had not been a contingent of guards following him around the market.
Pean and Temorya tell you of fellow magicians who they spent most of the day with when they realised that their coin pouches was a little lighter than they thought, not even allowing for a purchase of the smallest of magical curios.
The rest of you relate your trips through the merchant quarter and how vibrant the city is. There is little or no sign of last nights madness amongst the populace and several of the population showed open support of Maerath in the streets, expressing how glad they were to have him cleared of the fould charges. With each of the well wishers you become more confused as to what holds sway in the city as it is a complete contrast to the hatred and loathing of the night before.
You pack the wagon and horses saddlebags full with equipment, keen to leave the city and follow the stave in Temorya's posession, now pointing unwaveringly West and slightly south into the Badlands. You have heard many street performers telling tales of those lost in the Badlands and the great treasures it is meant to hide. None of the tales told seem to have spoken of any good but hint at the Horrors that still roam free in the area looking for hapless victims. With this in mind it is with heavy heart that you mount your horses.
As Shalandra does her final check of Shalamar, fussing over every small detail, a windling drops from the roof of the inn. "Whooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! I am glad to have caught you!!!! Had you not been here I would have been in for it!!!! Go and find you he said! OK I said but the sun was so warm and the air currents strong! I just lost track of the time. But all is well. You are still all here and you can come now! Follow me! The Master has left gifts for you all! Will you follow? Please?" The small windling, dark brown hair clad in leather armour strapped with minute buckles across his torso. A pale blue tatoo that reminds you of the rising sun is marked across his brow, above his left eye. In his hand he clasps a bow tightly, with a quiver slung from his shoulder, a knife strapped to his leg. He sports a huge smile, one that reads relief at finally finding you all before you had left the city.
<Moves please>
<Cheers>
<Mark>
If you are into role-playing, check out http://users.bigpond.net.au/naron/
This archive was generated by hypermail 2.1.7 : Mon Oct 27 2003 - 12:18:10 GMT