Adam wrote:"I'm worried we may be a wee bit over our heads at the moment, lads," Cormac mutters, "Did'nae expect to have to fight a gob horde to get these bandits. Maybe we should see to this shepherd then turn back, come back with more men?"
Gunnar thinks to himself before Replying"Well I don't know what he means by lots of goblins, so if you don't mind I think if you could go for look to give us better account of how many goblins there actual are so we can decide on better course of action like attacking small groups of the bandits and/or at a time to whittle them down a little bit at time maybe the best course . Before we do this we may need to turn this horsemen away if needed ."Gunnar replies to Cormac after accessing the situation .
"Evil only endures when good people remain silent ."
Tony inspired by Thomas Jefferson .
REESE, EAVESDROPPING ON HIS BOSS AND 'LADY' DOMINICA
Unheard and unseen by Roald and Dominica, the young man crouches just around the corner of the building.
What is that stupid woman rambling about now? She wants to find an inn? She's settled into her room, for crying out loud! This inn doesn't meet her lofty standards, maybe. I sure hope the Boss slaps her silly. He must be letting her get away with this shit 'cause he wants to tumble her. Can't blame him for that...
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
tarlyn wrote:
She'll stop talking now and look around actively seeking an Inn.
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Once Dominica settles into her room, she will find Reese.
Dominica doesn't have to look far to find the inn outside which she is standing, the very same one that she has settled into already...
She notices another, larger and fancier, boarding house across the street.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Filber has no trouble finding Braedonnal, nor any difficulty in persuading the elf to return with him to the duke's chambers...
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Rennault Ghonallison wakes to find a stack of parchments slipped under his nose, still smelling of fresh ink.Someone has draped a thick quilt over his back. Steam rises from under the lip of a covered stein placed just far enough from him that he wouldn't knock if over by stretching as he gets up.
A candle burns at one corner of the desk, wax puddled around its base.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Adam wrote:"I'm worried we may be a wee bit over our heads at the moment, lads," Cormac mutters, "Did'nae expect to have to fight a gob horde to get these bandits. Maybe we should see to this shepherd then turn back, come back with more men?"
Gunnar thinks to himself before Replying"Well I don't know what he means by lots of goblins, so if you don't mind I think if you could go for look to give us better account of how many goblins there actual are so we can decide on better course of action like attacking small groups of the bandits and/or at a time to whittle them down a little bit at time maybe the best course . Before we do this we may need to turn this horsemen away if needed ."Gunnar replies to Cormac after accessing the situation .
Dietric murmurs to the horses, holding their reins at the far end of the stony gulley.
He falls silent, cupping an ear and turning his head as if listening for the approach of someone or something yet unseen...
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
tarlyn wrote:
She'll stop talking now and look around actively seeking an Inn.
VIEW CONTENT:
Once Dominica settles into her room, she will find Reese.
Dominica doesn't have to look far to find the inn outside which she is standing, the very same one that she has settled into already...
She notices another, larger and fancier, boarding house across the street.
"Well now that that is settled. And you can come along Reese. Stop hiding there and spying on us. I need to find a cleric or a priest to fix my face. Let us move on and find one."
Varrus the Ethical wrote:"Yes, one big happy family," Roald says with a smile.
Dominica enters the Inn, without waiting to see if Roald or Reese follow. She doesn't acknowledge his comment either way. She walks over to the Innkeeper or barkeep. "Pardon me, might I have a word with you? I have a query you might be able to answer, but I do not wish it be known all over the establishment."
Rennault wakes and almost instinctively reaches for the mug. Normally the sort of man to eschew creature comforts, the last few days have exhausted him so that the stein was welcome. Probably Gilly again. A sentimental man, the sergeant, but a good one to have in a scrap. And in a siege, so it would seem.
The last few days had been the demons' own business. His men had poured boiling-hot oil onto the attackers as they came. And when the next wave had arrived, his flaming arrows had lit the spilled oil, turning spots of the battlefield orange with flame and black with the smoke of charred Alamians.
He smiles, remembering.
Soon, his senses are gathered enough to check the parchments. "Bloody hell...new orders?" He picks them up to examine the parchment.
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
JUST OUTSIDE THE SIGN OF THE SPECKLED COCKEREL, INN AND TAVERN, FREE CITY OF ENDIER
tarlyn wrote:
ewancummins wrote:DOMINICA
tarlyn wrote:
She'll stop talking now and look around actively seeking an Inn.
VIEW CONTENT:
Once Dominica settles into her room, she will find Reese.
Dominica doesn't have to look far to find the inn outside which she is standing, the very same one that she has settled into already...
She notices another, larger and fancier, boarding house across the street.
"Well now that that is settled. And you can come along Reese. Stop hiding there and spying on us. I need to find a cleric or a priest to fix my face. Let us move on and find one."
Dominica and Roald hear a wet splattering sound from around the corner of the inn.
Reese appears, tugging his breeches.
"Sorry, I missed that. Had to drain my wineskin."
He looks at Dominia and offers a slight shrug.
"You said something about spying a priest, my lady? Where?"
He looks up and down the street.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
