From: Dustin Headen (dustinpbem_at_hotmail.com)
Date: Wed Nov 26 2003 - 08:00:09 GMT
>From: "Doug" <gryphon4101_at_comcast.net>
>Reply-To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
>To: <parlainth_at_teaparty.net>
>Subject: [Parlainth] PBeM 0.3 We're Singing In The Rain
>Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 12:56:41 -0700
>You see the troll enter into the common area. "So, have you decided? I
>assume that by seeing you all here you are agreed to come?" He looks
>around
>the room and sees that all seem to be in agreeance. "Very well then. To
>make up for lost accommodations I have given the scaly one a bag full of
>coins, enough for each of you to get a room and drink when we're done.
>However, you will all be most likely to run your separate ways with the
>information we will gain. Come now, we go."
As soons as the troll speaks these last words, Trystan mutters something
under his breath and takes off running up the stairs past the suprised
glance of the warrior. Quickly snatching his equipment from the floor of his
no longer needed lodging, he straps his pack back on and hustles down the
stairs catching the tail end of the party as they exit the inn. Throwing his
cloak over himself and his possessions while holding his longbow in his
hands, shielding it from the pouring rain, he steps out into the stormy
night with a subtle look of dismay and discomfort moving across his rugged
face.
>Although wait," he
>pauses and looks to the group, "I just realized that I don't know what all
>of your disciplines are. I also did not ever introduce myself. I suppose
>in the haste I did not think of such a thing. I suppose we should
>introduce
>ourselves, even though we are just going to be leaving afterwards. Should
>we get into battle it would be nice to know who to call out to. I am called
>Berryblood. I am of the warrior discipline." You all take turns
>introducing yourselves to the troll and the group as well stating your name
>and discipline.
"I am the Archer, Trystan," the seemingly distracted human states simply.
>Endok-Tuk speaks up, telling you all that he sees multiple humanoid like
>creatures heading slowly towards the group.
At the first mention of an unknown presence, Trystan nocks an arrow on
his bow, and hunches over, careful to protect the missle's delicate
fletching from the harsh rain. Following the group as they begin to drop
back towards the laneway wall, Trystan eyes the darkness intently, waiting
patiently for the obscured figures to come within easy range.
*OOC* - Using his Missile Weapons talent (obviously), Trystan will focus
his fire on one opponent at a time until they're down. He will only quit
this tactic should he be forced to switch to his short sword for close
quarters combat. - *OOC*
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