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Post by ascieszl on Aug 18, 2021 15:05:29 GMT -12
Ibubesi will keep moving forward, but not so far as to get sucked into a formation or a battle (yet).
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Post by Attilius on Aug 18, 2021 17:48:51 GMT -12
Hawkings quickly moves to UNDER the floorboards of the tower and continues his careful climb down.
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neujack
New Member
That Zaphod...he's just this guy, ya know?
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Post by neujack on Aug 18, 2021 21:04:27 GMT -12
So... we're given the choice of wait, or move towards an unknown conflict.
Are there any guards nearby us? If so, can I just ask them "What's going on?"
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Post by DM Bob on Aug 19, 2021 13:56:43 GMT -12
There are folk moving past to engage somewhere beyond.
"Them greys be attackin' again. Wish we could clear out more of the ruin... be less o' this shit e'ry other day." States a scarred human woman carrying a half dozen javelin and a small leather buckler.
Meanwhiles Hawkings continues down...
And hasn't caught the attentions of the guards directly at this point.
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Post by Attilius on Aug 19, 2021 16:17:56 GMT -12
He will continue to use any hidden areas/nooks/crannies to make his way down quietly...
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Post by Coden Rokos (Jesse H.) on Aug 19, 2021 16:54:35 GMT -12
"You'd think they'd put up a palisade on the bridge to stop invaders from crossing it..."
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Post by Niachi on Aug 20, 2021 3:13:28 GMT -12
Mokka nocks a bone-tipped arrow, holding the bow down until a target shows. "WHAT are they an' what kills 'em?" He looks to see if any sources of fire are nearby.
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Post by Sambar/Berf on Aug 20, 2021 6:00:05 GMT -12
As he makes his way up the street toward the bridge, Sambar takes another moment to concentrate. As he opens his mind to his surroundings, he focuses on the location laid out across the long bridge, trying to see the goings on far ahead of where he stands.
(Claivoiance power roll: 13)
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Post by DM Bob on Aug 20, 2021 14:30:36 GMT -12
Sambar sees nothing that strikes him odd - just the bustle and advance of the mostly human guard. Putting your sight near where Hawkings is.
Baxby manages to flag a guard down. Seeing he's a rat-man, he sneers a tad, but then states, "The grey ones be attackin' again. Almost seems a pattern to it. They generally attack when wagons roll in. We have a better hold near the bridge. Iffa ya gonna help? Follow the walls and head for the gates - it's a good jog from here."
He advances full step in the same direction.
Hawkings drops the last few feet. Still no adversary in sight. Just the contingent of guards and now the grey dwarf slightly behind him, ambling off to the south and west following the wall.
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Post by Niachi on Aug 20, 2021 14:47:49 GMT -12
Moktli advances at the guard's direction. Commits to a full march, nostrils flaring with joy of battle. True joy on his face.
He barks loud enough for this guard or anyone close:
"Grey ones: weaknesses? Any extra arrows at the gates?"
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Post by DM Bob on Aug 20, 2021 14:52:53 GMT -12
"Arrows? Nah! Go big or go home!" Shouts a runner. "I swears I saw one we pegged a few weeks ago back again the other day..."
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Post by ascieszl on Aug 20, 2021 15:19:41 GMT -12
To clarify? If you were to help? They would need to pay *you* some token of commerce (if they were aware of your deed). So deeds/services must be paid (in advance or afterwards) or the recipient is at risk? |
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Post by Attilius on Aug 20, 2021 16:38:57 GMT -12
The halfling let's out a quiet sigh of relief as he touches solid ground. Once the group reaches his position, he'll jog with them in pursuit of the
wall guards.
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Post by Niachi on Aug 20, 2021 17:07:42 GMT -12
The dwarf sellsword huffs along, barks back to the runner:
"They grow back if ya chop em up? Burn em?"
Mid-stride, bow is replaced by twin axes.
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Post by DM Bob on Aug 21, 2021 15:05:41 GMT -12
Consider it when the task is noticed/acknowledged. For instance. You tell the Capt of the Guard that you helped defend the caravan. He tosses you a coin upon knowing of the task. If he walked away? Then there could be retribution. He could also pay you, but then beat you into a pulp and take his coin back.
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"You dwur are a grim lot, eh? Seems like there's somethin' that keeps 'em rising - the faces can be the same? Maybe they all be blood though. Hard teh tell though."
He holds out his hand, like a valet looking for a tip.
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