SS, Ravenvii wants us to to put speaking or whispering , etc at the start of the post to indicate that we are speaking out loud. I'm assuming you were speaking out loud to all the escorts.
Edit: Was the > indicating that you were speaking out loud ?
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[D&D] The Lost Mines of Phandelver
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SS, Ravenvii wants us to to put speaking or whispering , etc at the start of the post to indicate that we are speaking out loud. I'm assuming you were speaking out loud to all the escorts.
Edit: Was the > indicating that you were speaking out loud ?
Actually, I subsequently further edited it to state that I was 'observing quietly' to the pair of you. But yes, the " > " was intended as an indentation: we can just as easily use inverted commas, as is normal when writing speech in real time.
so much for a leisurely pace! 
* Count Bartholomeus Edmond Lochaber III jumps off the back of the wagon, from where he was looking at the woods around, and walks around up to the front, walking along the driver
* Count Bartholomeus Edmond Lochaber III jumps off the back of the wagon, from where he was looking at the woods around, and walks around up to the front, walking along the driver
>> hey, my good man! what is your name again? have you run this course before? anything we should know? i heard of bandits and the such in the area.
it seems strange Gundren would require such a large escort for a few buckets of lard, or whatever it is we are transporting. but alas, coin is coin so i won't complaint if some of gundren's comes our way.
any good inn in Phandalin? i could use a mug of ale right now. or three.
it seems strange Gundren would require such a large escort for a few buckets of lard, or whatever it is we are transporting. but alas, coin is coin so i won't complaint if some of gundren's comes our way.
any good inn in Phandalin? i could use a mug of ale right now. or three.
Speaking to Syllin: Syllin, I meant no disrespect to the halflings. The dwarf and I were just wondering if the halflings were along for cooking, fire tending, and other domestic chores.
I would also not mention anything about plagues to strangers since it would probably get you killed. As it stands now, our driver has been looking at you with fear in his eyes rather then watching his driving.
Speaking to the halflings ( @Moyank24 @ZebraTalent ) : Halflings, what are your names and are you related ? You have heard the discussion. Are you here with us to do the cooking, tend the fires, and other domestic chores ?
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Speaking to Bartholomeus: That name sounds distinguished but is much to long to use. Can we call you count or Bart ?
I would also not mention anything about plagues to strangers since it would probably get you killed. As it stands now, our driver has been looking at you with fear in his eyes rather then watching his driving.
Speaking to the halflings ( @Moyank24 @ZebraTalent ) : Halflings, what are your names and are you related ? You have heard the discussion. Are you here with us to do the cooking, tend the fires, and other domestic chores ?
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Speaking to Bartholomeus: That name sounds distinguished but is much to long to use. Can we call you count or Bart ?
>>Master Frostbeard, might you by any chance have some of that sweet smelling tobacco to spare? you will have to let me know the source of it!
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* taken a little aback
>> Milord will do, Master Fletcher. Or Count Lochaber if you prefer
It would be presumptuous of any of us to demand our full titles and names in such an informal setting.
It would be presumptuous of any of us to demand our full titles and names in such an informal setting.
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you guys, I'm less good with words than all of you! So, forgive me in advance!
Speaking to Claus: I am not here for the company or to make idle chit chat. Nor am i here for your service. Cook your own meals and tend your own fire! I am here for the coin and nothing more. And human, if I wanted you to know my name, you would know it.
Speaking to Claus: I am not here for the company or to make idle chit chat. Nor am i here for your service. Cook your own meals and tend your own fire! I am here for the coin and nothing more. And human, if I wanted you to know my name, you would know it.
To Count Lochaber: >> Might I counsel you that it is possible that the writ of the law and land run but little in these parts, and the elegant customs of your noble society may carry little weight here.
And it is maybe that the land harbours deep rooted and grimly set memories, and that perhaps titles such as 'Milord' would echo ill in a part of the land where my studies tell me that Dwarves such as the notorious Hlin Hatchet Hand and the famous Fangrim Forkbeard - yes, he who bore the named sword 'Vein-Slicer' in a hand fashioned from some enigmatic silver hued metal - made common cause with the human outlaws such as Able Archer who was one of those who led Peasants' Revolt with such……..far-reaching - and egregious - effects.
Perhaps the titles can await your return to a world where memories may not be abruptly awakened by a word that can cause ripples of uncomfortable memory. Not when one would prefer to travel with a little more stealth on this mission.
And it is maybe that the land harbours deep rooted and grimly set memories, and that perhaps titles such as 'Milord' would echo ill in a part of the land where my studies tell me that Dwarves such as the notorious Hlin Hatchet Hand and the famous Fangrim Forkbeard - yes, he who bore the named sword 'Vein-Slicer' in a hand fashioned from some enigmatic silver hued metal - made common cause with the human outlaws such as Able Archer who was one of those who led Peasants' Revolt with such……..far-reaching - and egregious - effects.
Perhaps the titles can await your return to a world where memories may not be abruptly awakened by a word that can cause ripples of uncomfortable memory. Not when one would prefer to travel with a little more stealth on this mission.
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Speaking to Bartholomeus: Very well, I will refer to you as Bart in private and Count Lochaber in public.
I'm good with a sword and bow but I doubt I have your experience. Could you please take the lead ?
We all pale in comparison to SS prose. Just have fun.
Speaking back to the female halfling in disbelief: So you are here to defend the wagon ?
In any case, we need to know your name to quickly address you if we are attacked.
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>> Master Fletcher, is shall give you a pass since you appear to be unfamiliar with the ways of the world, but i AM a Count, of an ancient and noble family, and although our fortune was destroyed by that cursed volcano, our name was not.
indeed, my name, my honor and my blade is all i have, until i can rebuild my family fortune
from now on, you shall address me as my rank and my blood demands, or you shall face the consequences
indeed, my name, my honor and my blade is all i have, until i can rebuild my family fortune
from now on, you shall address me as my rank and my blood demands, or you shall face the consequences
*loosens the aft of his greataxe from its holder
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Belaver looks in surprise to the Count. He's nobility, huh? "The name's Belaver Silverkin the... well, I'm the first one. I think." Belaver silently cursed at himself for stumbling over his attempt to sound higher than the peasant that he really is. "Uh, yeah I've gone this way once or twice. T'was not too bad, having an escort usually scares them off before we even see them ... oh yeah, what's in there ain't my business, I just make sure it gets to where it's supposed to go, yeah? ... Oh yeah oh yeah, there's a tavern or two in town, the worst mug you'd ever drink, but it gets you there faster than anywhere else, you know what I'm saying?"
Belaver is much more at ease. He was astounded at the conversations that's suddenly happening among the escorts. The bandits probably got 'em nervous or something. Belaver stifled a small laugh at his little joke.
Belaver notices the Count loosing his greataxe "Whoa, whoa, none of that, let's save that for them bandits, yeah?"
>>> @Moyank24 @Plutonius @Scepticalscribe @ZebraTalent @twietee one more thing before we move to the next scene, please give me your 'marching order' -- meaning, where are you guys right now? Walking next to the wagon? Inside the wagon? Riding on horseback? Whatever, just let me know. I already know where @Don't panic is -- he's sitting next to Belaver.
Belaver is much more at ease. He was astounded at the conversations that's suddenly happening among the escorts. The bandits probably got 'em nervous or something. Belaver stifled a small laugh at his little joke.
Belaver notices the Count loosing his greataxe "Whoa, whoa, none of that, let's save that for them bandits, yeah?"
>>> @Moyank24 @Plutonius @Scepticalscribe @ZebraTalent @twietee one more thing before we move to the next scene, please give me your 'marching order' -- meaning, where are you guys right now? Walking next to the wagon? Inside the wagon? Riding on horseback? Whatever, just let me know. I already know where @Don't panic is -- he's sitting next to Belaver.
Speaking to Bartholomeus: So you think you are better than the rest of us ? We have all lost everything which is why we are getting a pittance for guarding this wagon. The only way I judge someone more worthy then I is by their actions and not their words and titles. The best I can do is call you count (or Bart) in private and count Lochaber in public to sooth your pride and honor.
If that is not enough, we can settle this after we finish this job.
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If I have a horse, I'll be riding close to Bartholomeus (so I can converse). Otherwise, if the wagon has room for all of us, I'll be riding in the back behind Bartholomeus. Otherwise, I'll be walking besides the wagon close to Bartholomeus.
In any case, my bow is strung.
With an eye roll, I answer Claus: Fine. I call myself Portia. And yes, I'm here to guard the wagon.
Portia eyes the human from head to toe: Why do I get the feeling that some of you will need more help than others.
To Belaver: You said something about a mug?
I'm on horseback. A very small horse, apparently!
By my beard, what a weird party my cousin set up! And me right in the middle of it..
*observes Claus clinging to Bartholomeus*
"I'm awfully sorry, nobleman, but all I have left is the tiny little rest of my emergency tobacco portion!"
*wonders if anybody had noticed the big bags of tobacco in his backpack before*
"But you seem a useful, eh.. tactful human, so here you go."
*gives Bart the tiniest possible amount of tobacco to smoke*
I sure hope he's not going to make a habit out of that!
Anyway, I can't trust nobody here, especially that elf - what was Gundren thinking!! - better I place myself right on top of the cargo to have an eye on it and some badly needed oversight. Also, Bart probably won't notice me smoking the pipe over here.
*smokes pipe on top of the cargo with his warhammer lying right next to him*
[doublepost=1455179367][/doublepost]Besides, can you please give us a brief / rough wrap up about the amount of cargo we have to escort, what kind of time (dawn, night) and the surrounding (tight forest for example) we have to imagine here, ravenvii? Thanks! And sorry if I missed it before..
*observes Claus clinging to Bartholomeus*
"I'm awfully sorry, nobleman, but all I have left is the tiny little rest of my emergency tobacco portion!"
*wonders if anybody had noticed the big bags of tobacco in his backpack before*
"But you seem a useful, eh.. tactful human, so here you go."
*gives Bart the tiniest possible amount of tobacco to smoke*
I sure hope he's not going to make a habit out of that!
Anyway, I can't trust nobody here, especially that elf - what was Gundren thinking!! - better I place myself right on top of the cargo to have an eye on it and some badly needed oversight. Also, Bart probably won't notice me smoking the pipe over here.
*smokes pipe on top of the cargo with his warhammer lying right next to him*
[doublepost=1455179367][/doublepost]Besides, can you please give us a brief / rough wrap up about the amount of cargo we have to escort, what kind of time (dawn, night) and the surrounding (tight forest for example) we have to imagine here, ravenvii? Thanks! And sorry if I missed it before..
* to the dwarf
>> well, thank you Master Frostbeard! I am in your debt! I shall be sure to repay you when we get to phandalin!
>> well, thank you Master Frostbeard! I am in your debt! I shall be sure to repay you when we get to phandalin!
What's this? The Wind whistles to itself ->
Not used to seeing a learned and by appearances, esteemed and bathed, (at least some of them <snif>), well spoken, and pompous party pass this way in ages.
To break the doldrums of endless monotony, I'll blow this way for a while expecting to be entertained by witty repartee and persiflage. But the real treat will be to discover the true mettle these big talkers possess by way of physical skills, or better yet, WONDERFUL AND MYSTERIOUS MAGIC, if any are predisposed to arcane illumination when malevolence attempts to separate their yabbering heads from their purses. Hmm, maybe the pointy eared ones will be bright?
Me thinks as much as wind can, there be ample opportunity to be surprised and maybe thrilled if they manage to persist beyond a week. Hmm, I wonder if Fire or Water would take my bet, but which way should I bet? I'll whistle upon it...
Not used to seeing a learned and by appearances, esteemed and bathed, (at least some of them <snif>), well spoken, and pompous party pass this way in ages.
To break the doldrums of endless monotony, I'll blow this way for a while expecting to be entertained by witty repartee and persiflage. But the real treat will be to discover the true mettle these big talkers possess by way of physical skills, or better yet, WONDERFUL AND MYSTERIOUS MAGIC, if any are predisposed to arcane illumination when malevolence attempts to separate their yabbering heads from their purses. Hmm, maybe the pointy eared ones will be bright?
Me thinks as much as wind can, there be ample opportunity to be surprised and maybe thrilled if they manage to persist beyond a week. Hmm, I wonder if Fire or Water would take my bet, but which way should I bet? I'll whistle upon it...
*not sure if serious*
mumbling: "Your're welcome, nobleman."
louder: "Let's focus on the bumpy road ahead instead and not get distracted by smoking my tobacco anymore..you have any idea where we are going? I must confess that I lost a little my orientation while taking a nap - eh - while taking a long look onto the map I mean. We get closer to the Goblin infested areas and while I can't await to put my hammer to action I wonder if we should put up our defense a bit less relaxed? Maybe send the Haflings out to spy out the area in front? I heard they can be sneaky little fellas!
Anyway, eventually not a bad idea if you two giants ride in front of the treck while the halflings and the elf stay close behind us to protect our backs if necessary. I'll voluntarily keep the overwatch and can jump right into action and bring death from above.."
mumbling: "Your're welcome, nobleman."
louder: "Let's focus on the bumpy road ahead instead and not get distracted by smoking my tobacco anymore..you have any idea where we are going? I must confess that I lost a little my orientation while taking a nap - eh - while taking a long look onto the map I mean. We get closer to the Goblin infested areas and while I can't await to put my hammer to action I wonder if we should put up our defense a bit less relaxed? Maybe send the Haflings out to spy out the area in front? I heard they can be sneaky little fellas!
Anyway, eventually not a bad idea if you two giants ride in front of the treck while the halflings and the elf stay close behind us to protect our backs if necessary. I'll voluntarily keep the overwatch and can jump right into action and bring death from above.."
To @ravenvii - I am sitting on an elegant palfrey of equable temperament. We are ambling easily alongside the wagon, and occasionally dropping behind as needed.
Wizards - even those recently elevated from the status of Acolyte, tend to have satchels with books of lore, and saddle bags with other necessities. While Elvish wizards are known for their preference for long mountain treks - our staffs tend to be viewed with no small suspicion by other races, seeing them often unfairly, as something other than an aid to a mountain stroll - on such a mission, we tend to ride on an appropriately accoutred horse.
Wizards - even those recently elevated from the status of Acolyte, tend to have satchels with books of lore, and saddle bags with other necessities. While Elvish wizards are known for their preference for long mountain treks - our staffs tend to be viewed with no small suspicion by other races, seeing them often unfairly, as something other than an aid to a mountain stroll - on such a mission, we tend to ride on an appropriately accoutred horse.
I reply to everyone: The dwarf has a good plan except about the halflings. The halflings could never sneak and remain unseen on the road while trying to keep up with the wagon. I'm also loath to send such tiny folk and especially Portia (@Moyank24) into danger. May I suggest instead that I ride / scout ahead of the wagon. I am very perceptive (nod at the large pouch the dwarf is carrying) and my horse would give me a chance of escaping any ambushes.
Speak to the dwarf: And you good dwarf, apologies but what is your name ?
@ravenvii I'd also like to know more about the spells I can cast: light, sacred flame and thaumaturgy. Thanks
"I am Veit Forstbeard the Grim One, son of Vistra and Adrik Frostbeard the Good One of the Frostbeard clan from the Great Mines up north and cousin of Gundren, Tharden and Nundro Rockseeker of the Rockseeker clan that try to make a fortune in these areas as you may know. Since I'm off duty right now I thought I might help them out. And find some more riches myself. Before you scout ahead we should make sure our second halfling awakes from his (?) fairly long sleep in the wagon though."
"I am Veit Forstbeard the Grim One, son of Vistra and Adrik Frostbeard the Good One of the Frostbeard clan from the Great Mines up north and cousin of Gundren, Tharden and Nundro Rockseeker of the Rockseeker clan that try to make a fortune in these areas as you may know. Since I'm off duty right now I thought I might help them out. And find some more riches myself. Before you scout ahead we should make sure our second halfling awakes from his (?) fairly long sleep in the wagon though."
>> that sounds like a good plan, Velt Frostbeard son of Adrik.
While Master Fletcher scouts the road ahead, i'll just ride in front of the wagon with weapons at the ready.
While Master Fletcher scouts the road ahead, i'll just ride in front of the wagon with weapons at the ready.
* puts away the pipe, reaches its horse and mounts, then moves to the front of the oxens (workhorses?) pulling the wagon
* the strange, warm wind in his face reminds him the day the volcano exploded, and his life was forever changed
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, its old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, its old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
Alas! no! I will remember the Names, and their value, should it cost me my life...
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What a waste! At least I didn't hand him out any obscene amounts of smoke.
*shakes head >>"ya, you go first. I watch your back and make sure up here that there is no surprise coming outta the tree-tops."
*shivers a bit as he thought he'd be more secure on top of the wagon and has some serious arachnophobia going on*
[doublepost=1455211192][/doublepost]Lol, huntn plays the wind?! Good one - had some good laughs already, especially that one ravenvii monologue cracked me up - game is fun!
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An aside (historical in nature for the GG et all): Oxen would have been used with farm ploughs - but rarely on journeys, least of all on any sort of a journey that might have been slightly perilous. If they were travelling from town to town, it would have been with farm goods to market, with a view to returning home. They are less strong, less fast, less reliable than horses, especially on such a quest.
OOC: IIRC, on the Oregon Trail the vast majority of wagons on that months-long, perilous journey was pulled by oxen
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