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Post by rockprairie on Feb 23, 2013 3:06:41 GMT -5
"I am a very modest carpenter and smith.” Weynon replies. “Having apprenticed as both and then working my own land. I would return to these trades if possible.” Resting his hands upon his axe and hatchet, he reflects fondly of how they've served him during long days of honest work. “I've a great deal of experience with these as tools...and I would learn to use them for combat if you’ll train me, but first another pitcher for our good fortune this day! To axe and ale!"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Feb 27, 2013 14:39:28 GMT -5
"To axe and ale!" the dwarf enthusiastically agrees.
"Yay. Axe and ale," Osk says. Borgrun cuffs him on the back of his head good-naturedly.
You polish off another pitcher, and Borgrun says, "I have an hour or so before I must meet a prior commitment. What say I give you a few pointers on your axe, as far as combat goes?"
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Post by rockprairie on Feb 28, 2013 17:24:12 GMT -5
"HA!" Weynon's laugh bursts forth as Osk mocks them. Grinning widely, he feels at complete ease with these two. "Shall we return to the square or take advantage of our present surroundings?"
[Nub will listen very intently and do his best to do exactly as Borgrun instructs him. He wants to impress upon the dwarf his sincere desire to learn.]
"Thank you for the lesson. I will remember what you have shown me." "Are you willing to continue my training?"
[Nub will also ask if his axe and hatchet are suitable for combat or if Borgrun recommends ones built specifically for that purpose.]
"One last question if you will allow me? Can you recommend a smith here in Redpoint?"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Mar 1, 2013 17:19:27 GMT -5
The lesson is brief, and somewhat simplistic, but Borgrun is insistent upon repetition of simple maneuvers. "Muscle memory will save your life, if you let it. When your body is reacting reflexively, it allows your mind to ponder the path to victory."
When you ask if he will continue training you..."Aye, for a dozen silvers I will give you a real lesson...but not today, lad. My wife is a greater warrior than I...so I dare not miss dinner. I must take my leave for now. I will be back here at noon tomorrow."
On your weapons..."They are serviceable. You can always get better, ones that are forged by superior craftsman and feel natural in your hand. Thiose are expensive, though."
When you inquire about a smith..."I can reccomend the best, but I'll do better than that - I'll take you to him. Tomorrow."
He nods at you, and makes a rude gesture to Osk, and then turns to leave.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" Osk inquires. "If not, you may stay with me. I am living in a flophouse for the moment, until the wrestling moves the dwarf has shown me can win better fortune - next week at the Coliseum should mark a turning point in my fortunes.
"So, a bit of a mess, but you are welcome to stay with me for now."
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Post by rockprairie on Mar 1, 2013 18:11:37 GMT -5
"I appreciate the offer and will gladly stay if you'll allow me to purchase our meal this evening. At another establishment, perhaps? If we have time I would like to see the Coliseum on our way?"
"How is it that you fell in with Borgrun?"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Mar 19, 2013 20:48:23 GMT -5
[Sorry for the long delay. Hate to use work as an excuse but it is my excuse!]
"The coliseum is not on our way, my friend. It is east of Central Avenue, which you probably entered on. We can go that way if you like, though I am not sure the guards will let us in...
"Borgrun? I used to wrestle for coppers here in the Square, and he was my biggest heckler. Eventually I told him to wrestle me, teach me or shut up; and he taught me! A good day for me..."
You are standing in the Square, now. You glance toward the eastern entrance to this wide area, and you see a strange sight - a smear of blackness in the street...the people nearby are backing away, as if it just appeared out of nowhere...sounds of fighting from within the blackness...
[You may investigate or leave the Square...also, make a 3/IQ check...]
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Post by rockprairie on Mar 21, 2013 23:38:03 GMT -5
Die roll for Weynon Rolled on: March 21, 2013, 4:20 p.m. 3d6 → [1,4,2] = (7) invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3984998/“We’ll leave the Coliseum for another time then. Please, lead the way.” Weynon fell in step with Osk and inquired about his history with Borgrun. “Ha! A good day indeed! I’ve had very little interaction with dwarves, yet he strikes me as one from whom we can learn a great deal.” He felt much more at ease now than when he had first arrived in the city. His encounter with Joste, then Osk and Borgrun had removed his initial concerns with so many people being in one area. He stopped for a second and turned towards the commotion. "Quick! Someone may need our help!"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Mar 22, 2013 0:20:49 GMT -5
Even with your limited exposure to magic, you recognize this as a spell or multiple spells casting darkness upon the area. You quickly approach it, and the heavy footfalls to your right let you know Ost is at your side. He says to you, "Use caution my friend! Such sights are not altogether rare here..." You close on the phenomenon, as others flee from it; and you see four men rush into the darkness from the northern side. They are armed and have strange eyegear on... [You may enter the darkness or wait outside, straining to hear what is going on (if the latter, roll 3/IQ).]
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Post by rockprairie on Mar 22, 2013 20:53:21 GMT -5
Rushing to the edge of the darkness, Weynon heeded Osk’s warning and stopped just short of entering. He strained to hear what was happening. Die roll for Weynon Rolled on: March 22, 2013, 6:44 p.m. 3d6 → [1,4,3] = (8) invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3987188/He readied himself to confront these men and whomever was the target of their action. He wondered if they were gaurdsmen apprehending a fugitive or had some malicious intent. He quickly scanned the crowd to see if he was about to be blindsided or there were more than these four men involved.
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Post by mister frau blucher on Apr 5, 2013 13:30:30 GMT -5
You hear some confused shouts, and a wolf's growl from the darkness.
Scanning the crowd, most are quickly backing away from the area, but you do see a trio of men in red robes in a shadowed doorway. A large orc is standing beside them,with a drawn sword, peering intently into the darkness.
Ost stands by you. "Those red robes might be slaver mages, but maybe not. I reckon they cast the spell or spells here. You sure you want to interfere with their work, here?"
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Post by rockprairie on Apr 7, 2013 1:11:41 GMT -5
Slavers! Weynon ruled out the likelihood of these men being guardsmen and considered they probably had a more sinister intent. Despite Osk's words of caution and the look of intimidation from the orc, Weynon turned and strode towards the robed figures. He viewed wizards with contempt and hated slavers. Something didn't seem right here. "You there! Explain yourselves!"
[If initiative is required, Die roll for Weynon Rolled on: April 6, 2013, 11:16 p.m. 1d6 → [5] = (5)] [http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4014276/]
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Post by mister frau blucher on Apr 26, 2013 11:56:47 GMT -5
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