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[Tue Jan 09 19:09:11 CST 2001]
[GM]: Setting: The party sits in a Pub in the small village of Green Meadows on the edge of the Kingdom of Methor. Jamison, Anne, and Valek have just left the local Church where Valek performed some wonder of healing and Jamison was able to leave the Sword Gleam in a discretful way. It is around noon on the 6th day of Methorah in the Summer of 1132 pendular. BEGIN SESSION #63
[Anval]: "Let's head to the inn - I could use a cold drink after our day on the road!"
[GM]: There is an air of seriousness over the Pub. Several Weary travellers sit about drinking, not saying much.
[Jamison]: I agree, let's see if the others have gotten themselves in any trouble
Valek looks kinda tired, having stayed up late these last few nights studying hard.
[GM]: Phinnea, you see the three missing party members enter the pub.
Phinnea looks up from her ale. "Ah, der you are!"
Phinnea grins at her friends.
[Anval]: (ooc - I may have just forgotten, but why is everyone so depressed in this region?)
Jamison heads for Phinney's table...
[GM]: The Pub is rather small, the party of Phinnea, Lydia, Pesida, Thor and Jackdaw almost seem to create a crowd.
Anval heads over
[GM]: (( no reason, really Anne))
[Jamison]: Seems rather quiet, Phinney.. what is the problem
Phinnea looks around somewhat self-consciously, "Dey are kinda quiet in 'ere....dunno why exactly."
[Jamison]: Bad ale???
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Actually, it is not too good.
[Valek]: "I could check and find out for you?"
Phinnea shrugs, "Vell, its wet..."
[Phinnea]: "the ale dat is..."
Valek nods "I meant why the people are so morose, not weither the ale is good."
[Jamison]: Does anyone in the party notice anything...uncommon?
[Anval]: Anne sits at the crowded table...reaches for a pitcher and pours herself an ale
[Valek]: <To Valek everything is uncommon>
Phinnea sniffs the air curiously.
[Jamison]: OOC: time of day?
[GM]: (( it is just after noon))
[Phinnea]: "Maybe someone died?
[GM]: The Ale does task rather wet, as Phinnea said.
Jamison heads to speak with the bartender
[Jamison]: Barkeep...
Phinnea tries not to let her distaste of the ale show too much.
[GM]: The Barkeep stands behind the bar, studying the crowd. He eyes Jamison approaching the bar and nods, "Greetings young man"
Jamison sets a soverign on the bar
[Valek]: "Is the femented hops not satasfactory to your pallet?
[Jamison]: Maybe it is possible to get a little information?
[Anval]: "Dunno Valek - let me try some!" (Anne tastes the ale)
[Jamison]: Even tho it is only noon... why is everyone so solomn???
Phinnea shakes her head solemnly. "I dink I would besad too if all I had was dis lousy ale to drink."
Valek humms.
[GM]: Barkeep "Solemn? Oh, I haven't noticed." he studies Jamison "Where are you from?"
(Valek whispered to GM): could Valek attempt to ferment the drink further <He has 20 hours of study in ferment>
[Jamison]: South of here... It seems rather sedate for a public house...
(GM whispered to Valek): Make a Apply Knowledge roll @ 12
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,5,5 = [ 15 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): damn.
[GM]: Barkeep "Well, perhaps things are better in the city?"
[Anval]: "Hmmmm... Not too bad." The ale seems fine Valek... Do you drink alcohol at all?"
[Jamison]: Have things been bad here? What news?
[GM]: Jackdaw nudges Anne, "Why no party here?"
[Valek]: "My people do not imbide alcohol well...."
[Anval]: "I dunno JD... You could always try and start one... how about a tune?"
[Anval]: "I understand.... Should we order you something else to drink - water or milk?"
[Valek]: "Before I agree wholeheartedly I should check- to you what is milk?"
[Anval]: "Milk is the liquid produced by pregnant goats or cows, or by cows and goats that have recently given birth.""
Valek makes what looks like the begining of a horrified expressions but contains himself "Ahh..... Then water will do."
[Anval]: Anne looks a little confused at such a question....
[Anval]: "Okay..." (Anne gets up and heads to the barkeep)
Phinnea looks at Valek. "What kind of milk wud you used to?"
[ «Jack» joined the game ]
[Anval]: hiya Thor!
[Valek]: "My people make milk by crushing seeds, or beans, or by cracking open certain nuts."
Phinnea grimaces. "No cows?"
[GM]: Barkeep smies, "No, news in particular ... Most folks here abouts are hard-working people. Not too much need for revelry, especially in the middle of the day."
[Valek]: "The only creatures that live underground with us are bats, lizards and insects."
[GM]: (greetings Thor)
[«Jack»]: (Hi there, sorry I'm late..)
[GM]: Barkeep look to Jamison "We also don't take kindly to strangers, but ... I have a good feeling about you. You travel with the Sister there don't you?" he points
[Valek]: "Hence my confusion when milk what offered, you did not specify which kind- soy, coconut, saproot, there are outhers."
[Phinnea]: "Vell, my friends work long hours underground, but even us dwarves come up for air."
[GM]: ((no problem, just in anytime You are all in a Pub in the small village of Green Meadows))
[GM]: ((just = jump))
[Valek]: "I am the first to leave my city in more then a decade."
[Phinnea]: ((Good to see a 6 person turnout!))
[Anval]: "I wasn't aware there were so many plants that could create milk... Can you make cheeses from their milk as we do with animal milk, Valek?"
[GM]: Barkeep sighs, "Here have an Ale on me ... " he offers Jamison a free refill (or new mug, as the case may be)
[Valek]: "By fermenting it yes."
[GM]: ((Yeah!))
[Valek]: "Though it will not ferment naturally, magic must be employed."
[Anval]: "Hmmm Interesting... Your city sounds like a very unusual place." (Anne gets Valek a pitcher of water)
[Phinnea]: "Your whole city is underground?"
[Valek]: "There is one enterance under a dragon's next, outher then that the entire city is subterainian."
[GM]: Jackdaw looks closely at Valek, "How you get hole big enough to put whole city?"
[GM]: Jackdaw looks confused.
[Valek]: "The city is built into the mountain as a series of tunnels and common rooms."
[GM]: Lydia continues to be the quiet, contemplative person that she has become in the past few days.
[Valek]: "That largest of the common rooms dose not excede the size of this city."
[Jamison]: What news from the borderlands?
[ «Jack» left the game ]
[GM]: Barkeep, "Borderlands? My friend, you are at the Borderlands" he chuckles, "If you mean beyond the mountains... well, the same den of theivery as always!"
[Jamison]: Nothing new?
[GM]: Barkeep shakes his head, "Nothing new, I say that they should take a regiment of the King's best and stamp out the lot of 'em!"
[GM]: Barkeep "It takes a special breed to survive in the Marshlands."
Jamison chuckles with the barkeep
[Jamison]: That it does...A savy type of person
[Phinnea]: ((can we hear their conversation?))
[GM]: Barkeep "Where do you and the Sister go, if I may be so bold? I don't see you as coming from the Marshlands... and I hope that you have no plans to go there."
[ Strider left the game ]
Jamison looks to Anne
[GM]: ((yes, it is rather quiet in the Pub. But you would probalby have to approach the bar to take part in it))
Phinnea occasionally looks over at Jaimson and the barkeep, as she hears his ranting about the Marshlands.
[Jamison]: Unfortunately.. I believe our path heads that way, and we are looking for an idea of what to expect
[GM]: Barkeep, "Well, all I have to say is ... Ral be with you. You do plan on going in disguise, don't you?"
[ Strider joined the game ]
[Strider]: <It kicked me: Last think I saw was jamison chuckeling at the bartenders commend about a special breed being required to live in the marshlands>
[Jamison]: A disguise??? what would you suggest?
Valek carfully looks at the water and places it down on the table gently.
[GM]: Barkeep seems to think about Jamison's question, "Well, cloaks would be a start. Don't rightly know what you could go as that would not draw attention, but a Sister of Ral's Church would stand out as a target."
[Jamison]: I don't believe the good sister is willing to hide herself...Missionary?
(Valek whispered to GM): Valek's used to drinking water which has melted from snowcaps and runs through the underground river or been created by magic; this water is most likely brown is quite firghtening to him/
(Valek whispered to GM): he's casting purify water on it, but only because he was told it was water- outwise it woud be create food to make sure it's not toxic!
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,4,5 = [ 14 ]
(GM whispered to Valek): Actually, almost all water is purified by magic ... but it might look a little brown.
(Valek whispered to GM): casting purfy water would clear it up right?
[GM]: Barkeep, "Not too many missionaries survive in that place"
(Valek whispered to GM): <Most likely the brown comes from storage>
(GM whispered to Valek): Sure
Valek just stares at the water and it twirls changing from a mottely brown to crystal clear, whereupon he seems far more at ease with it and drinks.
[Jamison]: Thank You
[GM]: Barkeep, "If you want my advice ... and I don't know what business you have there, and I don't want to know ... but I say don't let them know that she is a Sister of the Church."
[GM]: Barkeep nods, "Don't mention it."
Jamison heads to the table to relay the information he has recieved... he leaves the soverign
[GM]: Barkeep takes the coin and smiles bigger than you have seen him all day
Phinnea is puzzled. "Wonder why they against the church out der?"
[Phinnea]: "Is der a connection with the red-robed attackers of the church?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): did they have red robes?
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Yes
[Anval]: "Well, I suppose if they were honest men, they would have nothing to fear from living in Methor. Many of them must be criminals - and might like an easy target such as a Priest or Priestess not close to the power of the church... even though they would surely be accursed!"
[Valek]: "It is not our immediate concern why, just that they are."
[GM]: Jackdaw "Me hungry, we eat now?"
[GM]: Jackdaw "Ale taste bad, me no like"
[Jamison]: Sure, JD.. let's get some food and then get supplies..
[Anval]: "Jamison - what news do you have? We overheard a great deal of it, but not everything."
Phinnea agrees with JD. "Lets eat somewhere else."
[Jamison]: Apparently the border is showing no unussal activity... It is suggested that we wear robes and...
Jamison looks at Anne"That we find a way to suppress your lovely appearance..."
[GM]: ((nice tact, Jamison : ) ))
[Jamison]: Don't worry Sister... I will always be on guard for your safety...
[Anval]: <blush> "Well thank you squire!"
Jamison s smile falls a little
[Jamison]: A lot
[Anval]: "And I yours... OF course, if it will make this sojourn safer for us all, I will disguise myself... How far must we go in this disguise?"
[Anval]: "Wha... what's wrong Jamison?"
Jamison grumbles.." It is suggested robes for most, if not all of us"
Phinnea nods solemnly, "Sometimes a women must hide 'er curves..."
Jamison points at his crest on his chest...
[GM]: Give me a vision roll, Phinny
[Anval]: "We can all wear cloaks then, if no one objects. I realize you cannot hide your armor, but surely the code would allow for a cloak in inclement weather?"
(To GM) DICE for Phinnea: (3d6) : 3d6=2,1,4 = [ 7 ]
[Jamison]: As you did... I earned my rank... Squire?
(Phinnea whispered to GM): by 7
[Anval]: "Ohhh!" (It dawns on Anne) "Oh Jamison, I'm sorry.... Can you forgive me?"
Jamison smiles..."Of course... I could forgive you almost anything..."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): A man sitting with two other men across the room, smiles and nods. He shows you a pin that identifies him as a member of the Merchant Guild, equal in status to you.
[Anval]: "I can't believe I was so thoughtless..." (Anne looks ashamed at herself)
[Jamison]: So... let's order lunch and then get supplies...
Phinnea nods her head knowlingly to a person across the room.
[Anval]: "Thank you..." (She still looks upset at herself.)
[GM]: A man across the room nods to Phinny
[Phinnea]: "Give me a second, perhaps this person can help us."
Jamison looks at Phinney..."Do you need any help?"
Jamison pats Anne's hand...."not to worry..."
Phinnea stands, "No, he is merchant, similar to meself."
[Jamison]: As you wish
Phinnea waddles over to the man, "Greetings, friend."
[Anval]: "Thanks Jamison..." (She whispers to Jamison)
[Jamison]: BARKEEP... could we have some food?
[GM]: ((by the way, there are a dozen or more people in the Pub. All Human and most do wear cloaks.))
(Anval whispered to GM): "Thanks, my love...." (Whispered to Jamison)
Phinnea looks to see if the man is drinking the ale.
[Valek]: "I'd like some fish- trout or salmon, please don't have him cook it."
[GM]: Barkeep nods and comes to take Jamison's order.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Yes, he drinks Ale
Phinnea calls to the barkeep, "Barkeep, a round of ale for me friends, here."
Jamison orders
[GM]: Barkeep "Alright, raw trout (he jots it down on a pad of paper) and ... " he looks to Jamison
[GM]: Jackdaw "Raw eggs please .. three of them"
[GM]: Barkeep "Raw fish, and raw eggs? Okay .... "
[Anval]: some roasted chestnuts and some sausage, please
Phinnea notices the barkeep is taking her friends orders and turns her attention to the merchant.
[GM]: Barkeep nods to Phinny "Very well"
[Jamison]: OOC:heheehhe
[Jamison]: Stew...
[Jamison]: And bread... butter.. honey
[GM]: Barkeep takes it all down and soon Phinnea's Ale is delivered and shortly after that, food is served to the party.
[Phinnea]: "We are not from around here, but our travels may take us thru the Marshlands. Perhaps you can give us some advice?" She raises her ale and smiles to the men.
Jamison thanks the barkeep and digs in
[GM]: The man looks to Phinnea, "Greetings Lady Merchant", he nods.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Did you wish to identify your status to him? Status level 2 = Lord/Lady Merchant
Phinnea licks the little froth there is in the ale from her lips.
Phinnea smiles, "Greetings to you also, Lord Merchant."
[GM]: The Merchant looks around, "Of course, what type of advice do you seek?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): yes, i reveal that.
[Phinnea]: "Why the disguises and cloaks?"
(GM whispered to Phinnea): She could have done that by flashing a pin, or giving a sign with her hands.
(Valek whispered to GM): create object- spices
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=2,3,3 = [ 8 ]
Valek removes a simple silver knife from his pouch and delicatly cuts the fush into sections throwing some of the portions away and keeping some rather apatizing looking peices which he dashes with some spices from his hand.
[GM]: Merchant "It is best to keep who you are to yourself. Of course, being a Merchant offers you a great protection there."
[Phinnea]: "How so?"
[GM]: Jackdaw watches Valek with interest
Jamison notices Valek's actions..."What have you there, Valek...Looks good even if its not cooked..?"
Valek eats the fish in the peices slowly.
[GM]: Merchant "Why of course you know who hold the power in the Marshlands? The Guilds do. If someone seeks to do harm to you, they challenge the Guild."
[Valek]: "It is how we prepare fish among my people."
[Jamison]: Raw???
[GM]: Merchant ".. and the Guild of Trade holds great power there."
Phinnea nods thoughtfully. "Why would they be against the Church, especially the Church of Ral?"
[Valek]: "Yes, it's quite good."
[Valek]: "The spices cook the fish when you eat it."
Jamison looks very interested..."may I try a small slice?"
[Valek]: "Go ahead."
[Valek]: "This is more then I can usually eat in a single meal."
[GM]: Merchant "The Guild of Trade hold 3 seats on the Council of the Great Marsh ... The Church of Ral?"
Jamison slices a small section af fish and samples it...
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=6,2,6 = [ 14 ]
Phinnea nods, "yes, the church of Ral. A sister of the church is in our party,"
[GM]: Merchant "They have no hope of gaining a foothold there..."
[Phinnea]: "How many seats are there on the council?"
[GM]: Merchant laughs, "It is a tradional council .... "
[GM]: ((14 seats))
Jamison swallows the slice with a grimace...."Must be an aquired taste.."
[GM]: Merchant "Do you wish to know more about the Council of the Great Marsh?"
Jamison returns to his stew
Phinnea nods. "I thought so. Is there another guild who holds more seats than the Guild of trade?"
[GM]: Merchant "Nay .... but the Guild of the Dagger also holds 3 seats."
[Phinnea]: "Ah, hence the battle for power."
[Valek]: "Perhaps your people simple are not meant to digest raw fish as mine are."
[GM]: Merchant nods
[Phinnea]: "How may I learn more of this Council of the Great Marsh?"
[GM]: Merchant "If anyone seeks to do you harm, identify yourself as a Guildmember and they will think twice."
Jamison nods in agreement to Valek.."That may be true..."
Phinnea fingers her guild pin carefully, "Aye, that I will do."
Anval sits and eats quietly
[GM]: Merchant "Why lady merchant, I can provide you with this information.... if that is what you wish"
[GM]: IQ roll Phinny
[Valek]: "Just as my people often fall into fits where there magic becoems uncontrolabal if intoxicated."
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,2,1 = [ 5 ]
Jamison looks at Anne as he eats... adoration in his eyes...and determination
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You would be expected to offer him something in trade for this information.
Anval sees Jamison watching her, and she smiles back, glad he is no longer angry at her...
[GM]: Jackdaw takes some of Valek's fish that he offered and seems to enjoy it greatly.
Jamison llos at Valek in horror.."You mean that my talents may go awry after eating just that little bit of fish?"
[Valek]: "I don't belive so."
Jamison sighs in relief
[GM]: Merchant takes out a pen and parchment and begins to write something.
Phinnea removes a small container, and places it within the man's hand. "Dis will make even the most energetic man sleep like a baby."
[Phinnea]: "Use it carefully."
[Valek]: "I would have to consume enough alcohol to be staggering before my abilities activated themselves without my concious commands."
[GM]: Merchant takes the container, smiles and nods. "Thank you Lady Merchant" he continues to write.
[GM]: Merchant hands Phinny the parchment
Phinnea smiles appreciatively. "May all your trades be in your favor."
[GM]: Merchant "As may yours" he smiles
(GM whispered to Phinnea): The parchment reads:
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Council of the Great Marsh:
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of Trade (Merhcants)-- 3 seats
Phinnea tips her head, and turns away, reading the parchment.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Dagger (Theives)-- 3 seats
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of Death (Assassins)-- 2 seats
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Feather (Messengers)-- 1 seat
[Jamison]: I understand your reason for restricting your alcoholic intack...
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Black Orb (Dark Magic)-- 1 seat
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of Magic (Mages)-- 1 seat
[Jamison]: And Thank you...
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Blade (Mercenaries)-- 1 seat
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Axe (Mercenaries)-- 1 seat
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Guild of the Arrow (Mercenaries)-- 1 seat
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Total Seats = 14
Phinnea nods to herself and returns to the table.
Valek nods and finishes off the remaining fish offering one peice ot Anne, and saving one for Phinnea
Phinnea looks with uncertainty at the offered fish.
[GM]: The Merchant finishes his Ale and then he and his party get up and leave.
[Phinnea]: "How does it taste?"
[GM]: Jackdaw "Me likes .. it almost good as raw eggs!" he smiles
Phinnea shrugs and pops the fish in her mouth, chewing it slowly.
[Anval]: "Thank you Valek, but I think I'll decline... I know we believe in different things, and I prefer my meat cooked, as barbaric as that may sound to you...Thanks anyway. Oh - but if you ever see one of those milk-plants, I'd love to try some of that!"
[Jamison]: Judge for yourself
[Phinnea]: "The man I spoke to had interesting information." She shows the others the parchment he gave her.
[Anval]: "What was that Phinnea? "
[Jamison]: Ok..What did you learn, Phinney
[Phinnea]: "Der is a political struggle within the Council of the Marshland.
[Phinnea]: "The Merhants and the Thieves Guilds are the major parties."
[GM]: ((contents of scroll can be found in the text box in the workbench))
[Phinnea]: "If We are attacked, or at least if I am, den they are attacking a powerful Guild as well."
[Phinnea]: "It may offer us some protection."
[Jamison]: So, you suggest traveling as merchants?
[Phinnea]: "Too bad we lost THomas, although he was not a Guild member, right?"
[Anval]: "That is good to know.... If this is correct (the parchment) then Sir Jamison and I will be in deadly peril while we are in the Marshlands...."
[GM]: ((right))
[GM]: ((right to question about Thomas))
[Phinnea]: "Yes, let us all be merchants, and I will give the identifying signs if needed."
[Valek]: "I don't quite grasp the conept of guilds, could somoene explain it to me?"
[Jamison]: Phinney, this is your territory
[Phinnea]: "The guild collects payments from its members, and in return decides who can practise where."
[Phinnea]: "A heirarchy of power is set up."
[Valek]: <Hiarchy and extortion are words that don't normally fit into Valek's marxasist view of the world>
[Phinnea]: "For example, one cannot sell his wares in a city without the approval of the Merhcants Guild."
[Valek]: "So they charge money, in order to force people to do only what they say that do? What if you do not wish to join a guild, but still wish to practice your craft."
[Phinnea]: "You may practise alone, but not profit among others with it."
[Phinnea]: "We are strong as a group, but weak when we stand alone."
Valek nods his head, some of this starting to make sence.
[Jamison]: It happens that there is 'evil' in the world... bad people...
[GM]: ((The Guild provides discounts to its members on goods and services, training etc. It also provides opportunites to its loyal members.))
Jamison looks to Anne...
[Anval]: "Aye, there is Evil... "
[Anval]: brb
[GM]: Lunch is finished and the time approaches 1:30 pm.
[Jamison]: Sometimes people will prey apon others if they think they have an advantage... by beinng a part of a guild the whole is more than the individual... and so the whole will offer protection to the individual
[Phinnea]: "Let us get supplies and move on."
[Valek]: "So are we to retire for the night here, or shall we move on right away?"
[Phinnea]: "ALl should buy some cloaks."
[Phinnea]: ((ALI = All ))
Jamison looks at the others for a consenses.... go or stay?
[Anval]: "Let's go... staying here would only waste time, unless we need it for getting our disguises ready..."
Phinnea looks out a window, "By the time we get our supplies, it will be almost dark, no?"
[Anval]: "Hmmm... if it will take that long, myabe we SHOULD stay the night?"
[Jamison]: It should not take long and we have hours of light left...
[GM]: You will find a supply store that does an amazing business in Cloaks. They have a wide variety in a few different colors.
[Jamison]: What colors...?
Phinnea Lets hurry and make some time then."
[GM]: Brown, Black, Dark Green, Dark Red, Grey ....
Phinnea buys a short, dark-brown cloak. She pins her Guild pin conspicously on the right lapel.
Jamison takes 2....Grey and Dark red
[Anval]: Anne takes a grey cloak and a dark green cloak
[GM]: The price is $30 each.
[Valek]: "I can make cloaks...."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): A little over priced.
Jamison puts on the grey and packs the Red
Phinnea haggles a little with the owner for hers.
Jamison looks "Are you a seamstess?
[Jamison]: seamstress
[Anval]: Anne pays with a 100$ note and asks for 2 sovereigns in change
[GM]: Anne gets her change
[Anval]: ((ooc - a sovereign is 20$ right?))
Jamison pays
[GM]: The owner resists Phinnea's attempt to Haggle. He seems to be a master trader ... yet not a guild member.
[GM]: ((Yes, Sovereign = $ 20))
[Phinnea]: "Twenty seems a fairer price, no?"
[GM]: Shopkeeper "$30 ! you can take it or leave it ! "
[Phinnea]: "You do wish to join our guild one day, I presume?"
[Valek]: "I am a scholar, that is all I neeed be."
[GM]: Shopkeeper shakes his head, " I have named my price, missy!"
[GM]: Jackdaw "Yous got somethin in Pink?"
[Jamison]: OOC: oh the dreaded "Missy"
[GM]: Jackdaw "Pink, is me favorite color"
[Phinnea]: "Perhaps I should bring my more powerful friends in here, and ask why you are not under the Merchants Guild. And its Lady to you, boy."
Jamison mumbles.."figures...try to go unnoticed..with a faun.....Jeez, Pink"
[GM]: Shopkeeper, "Perhaps I should just ask you all to leave and refuse to sell to you?"
[GM]: Jackdaw settles on a dark red cloak
[Anval]: (To Jamison...) "...Uh isn't phinny getting a bit strong with thte threats when we're trying to be hidden?"
[Jamison]: Hey Valek... here is an example of what I was saying...
Jamison walks up to Phinney.....and puts his arm around her strong shoulder
[Valek]: "The man who owns this shop seems to have the upper hand in this conversasion."
Phinnea shrugs, "seems you have more to lose than $10 here. I shall mention you at the next Council meeting."
[Jamison]: I'll tell you what... I'm buying...
[GM]: The shopkeeper does not seem offended or even upset, he stands his ground.
[Anval]: "Please sir... I'm buying too."
[GM]: Shopkeeper "Bah!"
[Jamison]: We need to get going...
[GM]: Shopkeeper turns to Anne "Yes, dear Sister, if it weren't for you I think I would run the lot of you out of my store. But I have a great respect for the Church"
Phinnea lets her temper subside and moves outside with her overprice clock.
[Phinnea]: (cloak)
Jamison looks around...all set?
[GM]: Jackdaw sports his new cloak
[Jamison]: Looks good, JD
[Anval]: "Thank you sir.... I will talk to my firend - maybe her demeanor will improve by the time we return this way. Ral be with you, kind sir!"
Valek diden't bother buying a cloak, he's wearing a heavy black one right now anyway.
[GM]: Jackdaw "My thinks so too"
[Jamison]: Let's move.... \
[GM]: Shopkeeper nods and smiles to Anne
(Phinnea whispered to GM): he was not afraid of the Merhcant Guild? Cant they shut him down?
[GM]: Shopkeeper "Thank you, and Ral be with you"
[Anval]: ((Do we have our supplies?))
[Anval]: Anne leaves the store with her cloaks
[Jamison]: ((Did we get them in the last town...Do we have enough?)))
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Perhaps foolish, but he did not seem threaten by them.
[Valek]: <Yea how many supplies do we need?>
(Phinnea whispered to GM): well, I hope we meet some Merchant Guild people. *grin*
[Valek]: "Perhaps you should buy some lemons?"
[GM]: ((You still have the better part of 1.5 fortnight's of dried meat and fruit and grain for the horses))
[Anval]: thats about 22 days, right?
[Jamison]: ((Distance to the next town?))
[GM]: ((right, Anne))
Phinnea notes the name and location of the cloak store before leaving, committing it to memory.
[GM]: ((Jamison, you do not know))
[Jamison]: I thought a fortnight was 8 days
[Phinnea]: ((14))
[Jamison]: ok
[GM]: ((Phinnea bend on her revenge. hehe))
[Phinnea]: ((ticked me off *grin*))
[GM]: ((fortnight is actually 15 days in Methoria))
[Jamison]: hehehe
[Jamison]: should be good... lets go
[Anval]: "I think we have enough food - but if we enter a marsh, we may find ourselves short of fresh water. I suggest we refill our wineskins and perhaps purchase a few more..."
[Anval]: "Unless someone here can create clean water with a spell?"
[Valek]: "I have the ability to create water."
[GM]: ((Yes, come to think of it .. you have some barrels of water too))
[Phinnea]: ((thats my real belly, not a barrel.))
[Jamison]: Good, Valek... that may be very handy
[Jamison]: hehehehe
[Anval]: "Excellent, Valek! Then as long as we have what we need, perhaps it would be best to leave and make tracks, to get as far as we can before nightfall."
[Valek]: "We should take lemons."
[Anval]: "Why Lemons, Valek?"
[Jamison]: Lemons???
[Phinnea]: ((margaritas))
[GM]: Jackdaw "Lemon good for fish!"
[Jamison]: OOC; Limes
[Valek]: "I have heard of travelers developing scurvy when they traveled without fresh fruit, lemons contain the highest concentration of vitamans."
[Valek]: "and they do not rot quickly."
[Phinnea]: "As do limes."
[Jamison]: Odds on finding Lemons in this town?
[Anval]: "Hmmm... Perhaps we should."
[Valek]: "True, limes are also good."
[Phinnea]: ((hence the nicknames for the British sailors - Limeys *grin*))
[Anval]: ((GM - What kind of Climate is Methor in?))
[GM]: ((Moderate to ... what is the next coolest?))
[Anval]: temperate
[Jamison]: Wisconsin...
[GM]: ((Hmm... I thought temperate was the next warmest))
[Anval]: I think it goes "Artic, Subarctic, Temperate, Moderate, Sub-tropical, Tropical."
[Anval]: (or something like that)
[GM]: ((Yes, you are in Wisconsin in the Summer))
[GM]: ((Sounds good Zugg))
[Valek]: "If juced either will have an nearly unlimited storage time in an airtight bottel."
[Phinnea]: ((did we lose my horse?))
[Anval]: "Well, lets gather a few dozen... " Anne looks about for a greengrocer (person who sells vegetables and fruits)
[GM]: ((no Phinnea's horse is there))
[Valek]: <Valek retrieved it during the night after you slept.>
Phinnea climbs awkwardly onto her horse.
[Valek]: <and he had a horrid time of it too>
(Valek whispered to GM): levitate
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,5,6 = [ 15 ]
[Phinnea]: ((I first read that as "Valek relieved it" and I was trying to figure what that meant.))
[GM]: You do find a vendor selling fruits and vegatables in the small square. ... mostly vegatables.
Valek floats into the air and ties his roap to the horse, takes out his scroll and gets to studying.,
[Anval]: Anne approaches.. "Good afternoon... I'd like about 4 dozen limes and lemons. Can you help me?"
[GM]: The vendor has lemons and limes, but ....
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You find the price ridiculously high
[Phinnea]: "wait, these prices are ridiculous!"
[GM]: Vendor "They sell for 3 shillings or 2 for a Crown!"
[Anval]: "But what Phinny? I haven't even been quoted a price yet!"
[GM]: ((hehehe))
Jamison rools his eyes.."Here we go again.."
[GM]: Phinny read the sign
Phinnea eyes the vendor carefully, "Are you with our Guild?"
[Anval]: "Here you go... Anne hands over a sovereign, and takes 15 limes and 25 lemons."
[GM]: Vendor looks suspiciously at the female Dwarf, "Are you the one that was causing trouble earlier in the supply store?"
Phinnea scowls. "So you aint either, eh?"
Valek realises this may cause trouble....
[Anval]: "Phinnea, that is enough!"
[Anval]: <Anne looks angry>
[GM]: Vendor smiles and takes the Sovereign. She throws in a half dozen extra "Ral be with you sister." she smiles.
[Anval]: "Thank you ma'am., Ral be with you also."
[Phinnea]: "I have spent a good many years working to get to where I am, and these ......scoundrels just push their way in without paying their dues!"
[GM]: Vendor "I am but a poor farmer's wife ... I cannot afford the dues. Please do not bring trouble on me miss"
Phinnea scoffs at the man and storms off angrily."
[GM]: ((woman))
[Phinnea]: ((oops))
Valek frowns
[GM]: Vendor looks carefully at Valek
[GM]: Vendor smiles revealing a few missing teeth
[Anval]: "I apologize for my friend... she has a keen business sense, and her dwarven nature makes it hard for her to relate to others about matters of money..."
[Jamison]: OOC: case in point... many smaller towns and villages have a farmers market... not associated with the guild that Phinney is speaking of... maybe a farmers guild?
[GM]: Vendor "That is fine, Sister" she nods
[Phinnea]: ((Even small towns had members of the guild.))
[GM]: ((Perhaps, but actually in Methor it is somewhat illegal to sell and trade without a license from the Guild))
[GM]: ((Phinnea is within her rights))
[Anval]: ((Fair enough.)
[Phinnea]: ((what is the name of this law-forsaken town? *grin*))
[Jamison]: OOC: Jamison looks around for that voice from god that he just heard
[GM]: ((Green Meadows))
[Phinnea]: ((tnx))
(Valek whispered to GM): Valek wishes to create a necklace, silver worked with diamond- something well outside of this woman's meager salary
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,2,5 = [ 12 ]
[GM]: The party leaves Green Meadows at about 3:30pm
Phinnea is glad to leave Green Meadows behind her.
(Valek whispered to GM): nevermind.
Phinnea plods on in silent meditation, mumbling to herself.
[ Tboys joined the game ]
[GM]: ((watery Ale, non-regulated trade .... A Dwarf's nightmare!!!))
[Tboys]: Hi.
[Phinnea]: ((lol))
[GM]: ((Note: you saw no Dwarves in this village.))
[Jamison]: We have a couple of hours we can put in before setting camp
Valek reads his scroll over and over, making notes in his notepad and outherwise studying as he floats along behind his horse.
[Tboys]: I seem to be ignored.
[ Tboys left the game ]
[GM]: You travel along the Web, for a couple of hours.
[GM]: Vision rolls please
DICE for Anval: (3d6) : 3d6=2,1,5 = [ 8 ]
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=5,5,3 = [ 13 ]
[Anval]: succeed by 6
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,1,6 = [ 1 ]
[GM]: For Jackdaw
DICE for GM: (3d6) : 3d6=1,4,2 = [ 7 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,3,2 = [ 10 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): made by 9
(Jamison whispered to GM): OOC:I haven't made a roll all YEAR...
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You notice Drei'Partha (the assassin-looking religious fanatic) following about an hour out of the village.
(GM whispered to Anval): You notice Drei'Partha (the assassin-looking religious fanatic) following about an hour out of the village.
(GM whispered to Valek): You notice Drei'Partha (the assassin-looking religious fanatic) following about an hour out of the village.
(Anval whispered to GM): thanks
(GM whispered to Jamison): hehehe
[GM]: Two hours north of the Village of Green Meadows, you reach the river.
Phinnea looks behind the party, "Appears dat following guy is still wid us."
[Anval]: As the party rides onward, Anne speaks to her companions quietly... "It would seem Drei'Partha is still following us. Perhaps we should invite him to joins us - keep our foes and suspected foes close to us?"
Jamison looks around..."The same guy???"
[Anval]: Anne looks at the river... is there is good place to ford it nearby?
[Jamison]: I agree, Anne...
[GM]: The River Shevandale. There is a bridge that seems to have been built to support large wagons across it. It is about 30 yds across.
[Anval]: "Lets head for the bridge... if needs be, we can camp on the other side, if not a bit further along."
[GM]: There is a good 1.5 hours of daylight left when you arrive at the bridge
[Jamison]: I think we should camp on this side of the river... and use the river and bridge as protection.. we know what is behind, but not what is ahead...
Phinnea agrees with Jamison.
[GM]: Note: Once across the bridge, you are out of the Human Kingdom of Methor
(Jamison whispered to GM): strategy???
(GM whispered to Jamison): Sure give me a roll
[Valek]: "We should be just as safe on the outher side, shoulden't we?"
(To GM) DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=3,1,6 = [ 10 ]
[Valek]: "What changes when we cross the bridge?"
[Anval]: "And there is no point in setting up camp in the dark... One final night in Methor would make sense."
Phinnea looks doubtful.
[Anval]: "Maybe, Valek, it gives us the illusion of safety and assurance...?"
[Phinnea]: "lets ask DriParti or whatever his name is."
[Valek]: "Illusions are what are weaved around you so that you do not see the true attack."
[GM]: ...and just as you say that .... the rider seems to be approaching the party
Phinnea tightens her grip on her mace.
[Anval]: Anne waits for the rider to approach, making no move to a weapon.
(GM whispered to Jamison): You just missed it, huh?
[GM]: Drei rides slowly toward the party
[Anval]: "Haloo! Are you Drei'Partha?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): ) for 2001, missed by 1, was just checking
Valek nods to Drei, but then again- he seems to be knodding to the horse more then it's rider...
[GM]: Drei arrives. He dismounts and takes a long bow
(Jamison whispered to GM): errrr, zero for 2001
(Valek whispered to GM): Valek is pretty convinced that hte telepathic horse is the brains of the opperation.
[Anval]: Anne dismounts also, and makes motions of greeting appropriate to the church...
Jamison eyes the newcomer with interest and distrust
[Anval]: "I am Sister Anval Ironfist, High Priestes of the Church of Ral in Methor."
[Anval]: (Anne says the title proudly, and nods at Drei.)
Valek unties his rope from the horse and lands.
[Phinnea]: ((Drei notches an arrow and buries it in Anne's neck.))
[GM]: Drei "Greetings, I am Drei'Partha Sleika Demoni Pera Beni Alta'Manch"
[Jamison]: What..what.. what's this about arrows.....????
[Anval]: (GM does this mean anything in Old Haddin?)
[GM]: Drei "I am honored to meet a Sister of Ral"
[GM]: Give me an old haddin roll
DICE for Anval: (3d6) : 3d6=6,6,2 = [ 14 ]
[Anval]: made it by 0
(GM whispered to Anval): It is Old Haddin meaning "Drei of Parth, Slayer of Demons of the Tribe of the Mancha Mountains"
Phinnea whispers to Valek, "Wid a name like that, I'll just call him Drei"
[Anval]: "And it is an honor to meet a slayer of demons, a man of Parth as well."
[GM]: Drei "Very well, dat is fine by me"
Valek nods and looks at Phinnea.
(Valek whispered to GM): mind sending.
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,3,5 = [ 9 ]
[Anval]: "You have been following us for some time... May I ask why?"
[GM]: Drei looks at Anne "You know my people?"
(Valek whispered to GM): you hear Valek's voice in your mind "I belive the horse to be the one with true intelect among them both, watch it closely."
[GM]: Drei "Fore I answer ye question, I might ask dat introductions be made?"
[Anval]: "I know stories and legends, snippets of information of a forgotten past. My teachers have mentioned the Benoi but until now I do not think I have met one..."
[Jamison]: Valek... who is your friend?
(GM whispered to Valek): Whispering to Anne or who?
(Valek whispered to GM): to phinne
[GM]: Drei's horse looks over the party, seeming to study them
Anval introduces her friends... "This is Sir Jamison Johnson, a knight of the Realm of Methor. The Satyr is Jackdaw, of Pindoor Forest. The lovely dwarf maiden is called Phinnea, and hails from southtown, in Methor....
[GM]: Drei "As I have heard of you and your Church. Well, seeing dat the others do not wish to give names, I will answer ye question"
Valek bows to Drei "We of course have allready met.
[GM]: Drei listens carefully to introductions and nods.
[GM]: Drei (to Valek) "of course"
Jamison smiles fondly, at Annes description of Phinney
Phinnea climbs off her horse and curtseys to Drei. "Well met." She grins a toothy grin..
[Anval]: "This other person, the levitating man, is a Fell, named Valek... and of course Lydia and Peshida."
[GM]: Drei nods to each in turn respectfully
Jamison dismounts with his staff....
(Jamison whispered to GM): No pun intended...
[GM]: Drei looks to Valek "Shall I tell me story again, to answer da Sister's question?"
[Valek]: "It is best that they hear it fist hand so that no mistakes are made in the telling."
[GM]: Drei nods and then begins to recount the tale....
(Jamison whispered to GM): Send it in an email, to save time?
(Anval whispered to GM): Rubix,,, I'm flagging - I'm gonna have to go in a few minutes... sorry.
[GM]: The party gets ready for the tale and all eyes are on Drei as we ... END SESSION