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Yes, especially since Nerjin hasn't gotten my character in the world yet...

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Yes, can't wait to lay down the smackdown.

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No, I liked the story driven fights more.

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No, I don't care for it.

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I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay with whatever.

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[Rolepgeek]

Alright kiddos this is important to mention as I've seen it happen thrice now. You do NOT need anything to carry extra stuff. You have infinite carrying capacity.

I didn't know that. It's fluff, then.

[SharpKris]

sorry didnt see there was an update

follow claire looking for jobs might as well act like a cleric if i'm going to do anything

[Nerjin]

Gotdamnmiracle

Spoiler: Argent Crissif’s Night 5 (click to show/hide)

It’d been a while since you and your warband had pillaged though it was probably for the best. The guards in this town were alert and well equipped. Maybe with your full force you could take a large sum of cash from the surrounding area but as it stood there was no chance.

For the past month it had been up to Goblarry to acquire food and gold for the group but as time passed the guards became more and more suspicious of the finely dressed goblin. Finally one day you had enough. “My warband it is time for us to make better use of the city. They may recognize us but enough time has passed that my ‘death’ should be common knowledge. Spread out and report back to me with anything that is of interest.” And with that the four of you split up to attempt to find something useful. The results were a little underwhelming.

Hostwarmth was somewhat of a misnomer. While it was a generally friendly town the friendliness only extended as long as you made yourself useful. Layabouts and bandits were treated with harsh disdain and usually removed forcefully. While they had allowed you to hang around they seemed to suspect as a general rule that something wasn’t on the up-and-up. That being said they saw Argent Crissif so rarely that they lacked any formal opinion on you. After your night of searching the four of you returned to the small dingy shack that served as a home for now and reported what you found.

“Broto find many pretty flowers!” Was Broto’s only contribution to the discussion as he gazed happily at his large collection of daisies and roses that he had collected.

“Indeed brother. As for myself I was pleased to find that there is a smithy not too far from our current location as well as a tavern though the proprietor was rather rude when he learned I wasn’t there to drink.”

“How quaint of the town m’lord.” Was Goblarry’s reply “If it pleases his lordship I’d prefer to reveal my findings last.”

“Very well. I found nothing but good news for ourselves. The homes around here are well made and those who live in them seem awfully trustworthy. It’s not a good pillage but for a thief it could be rather profitable. Once we handle a few small jobs we could purchase better weapons and armor.” You stated with a large grin. You knew that Jo’Toro’s time was coming soon. You couldn’t wait to thank him for his kind treatment of you.

“Yes M’lord. What I’ve found is a bit less rowdy than flowers or taverns I’m afraid. I’ve heard rumors that the local Blacksmith’s shipments are being harassed by bandits. While they may be our own men we could likely get some clout in this city if we were to make an example of them.” Goblarry stated with a grin that soon turned to a grimace “Actually… On second thought forget I mentioned it.” His fear disgusted you but you knew his skills were too useful to get rid of just yet. Maybe later.

As the moon rose high in the sky your warband fell asleep after choosing who was to take first watch.  Quietly you pondered what exactly you should do tomorrow. Deep within your mind you felt a primal bloodlust grip you again though through superior force of will you held it at bay. When you awoke you knew that the new day would hold many things for you.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ape7EUVofOgLdF9iSlA5NE5UQVk5Q3k2VmZaejRjSXc#gid=1 [Once again until I am comfortable with this application I must ask that if there is ANY trouble at all for you to tell me so I can try to fix it. More updates later.]

[RangerCado]

It says waiting next to my location... Are you waiting on an action from me?

[Nerjin]

It says waiting next to my location... Are you waiting on an action from me?

That means waiting to spawn. I've hit a bit of a roadblock with Ashur not having an action. He does NOW but now I have another thing to do so I'll update here in a bit.

[RangerCado]

Okay. "I'm coming Ashur! You won't die on my watch! ...unless i die first!"

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Great. Scout the shipments and let's see if we can't get an idea of where these bandits are. Try not to get spotted. Leave Brotto behind if need be.

[Nerjin]

Sharpkris, Scapheap, Zacen299, and RangerCado

Sharpkris, Scapheap, Zacen299, and RangerCado

Spoiler: Ashur the Unlucky, Claire, Aran Tamer, and RangerCado Day 6 (click to show/hide)

As dawn broke the three of you briefly discussed your plans with Aran being the most vocal about his plans. “Good news Cleric buddies I’m taking you to the local blacksmith.” His upbeat attitude was a nice change of pace from his dark broodings last night though neither Ashur nor Claire knew why. Deep within the recesses of his mind Aran danced amongst his foes a glorious longsword in hand.

“Well I was hoping to look around for some work today actually.” Clair stated after a few seconds of pondering “I’ve noticed that there is a lack of able Miraclites around here. Perhaps someone has need of my talents.”

“And I’m gonna stick with Claire. She’s been with me since the start… Plus I still feel awful from all the cold. I figure I better stick with the trained Cleric.”

“Yeah well that’s wonderful and all but you know what they say…” Aran suddenly found himself pondering what phrase to use here.

“Yes? What exactly do they say Pup?” Aran asked with a sly smile at Aran’s lack of speech.

“Well… They say come to the frieken smithy with me or I’ll knock ya with my Mace.”

“Yes because threatening us is the perfect way to gain our co-operation… Why are you so intent on getting us to the smithy anyways?”

“For the job! Nerjin you two need to listen more.”

“You never mentioned a job.” Ashur stated with a bit of a scowl. Being threatened tended to put him in a bad mood.

“Never-the-less I’m intrigued. Very well… Let’s go see the smith.”

“Excellent! Come-on Cleric buddies let’s go get that sword!”

“What?”

“It’s a phrase around here.”

After a brief walk to the Horse’s Shoe the trio of job-seekers were welcomed with a large and boisterous “’Ello! Welcome to the Horse’s Shoe! If ye be needin’ enythin’ jus’ holler.”

“Yorg! I brought the clerics.”

“Aye ye did? Where are they?”

“Right here sir.” Clarie stated stepping forward her cleric’s robes billowing as she did.

“Oh? A demoness and tieflin’ bein’ clerics? Tha’s new. “ The large man looked over the two demons with a small grimace “It was a demon took me eye.” He said seemingly out of nowhere “Saw tha’ I liked bronze.”

’That’s nice and all but… Why are you telling us this?’ was a thought that the three assembled people shared as the smith went into a long story about a demon taking his eye.

“So I say’s to ‘im, ‘Tha’s naugh’ true! I’ll be able ta…’ then quick as a spit ‘e takes my blinkin’ eye!”

“So… What’s your point?” Aran was the first to reply.

“Huh? Oh! Well I jus’ be sayin’ tha’ I’m naugh sure whether I can trust ‘em with this.” Yorg stated before laughing “Ah who am I kiddin’ I jus’ wanted an excuse ta tell me story. I go’ nothin’ against demon-born no more’n I have agains’ giants though one did break me leg…”

“Sir…” Claire interrupted “You seemed to have hinted that you needed something done?”

“Ah righ’! Totally forgot. Get caugh’ up in me own mind sometimes. Anyway I have a frien’ o’ mine who got a bad case o’ frostbite a while ago. I was wonderin’ if ye be able to cure that o’ him?”

“Well I may not but I’m sure Claire can.” Ashur replied somewhat quickly.

“But first we need to talk about payment!” Aran piped up loudly as he stepped in front of the two clerics.

“O’ course o’ course.” Yorg said smiling “’ow about a free meal at me house tonigh’ if ye can cure him o’ the affliction?”

“Plus some gold?” Aran asked.

“Aye plus some gold. Two for the clerics and one for ye?”

“What? Why only one!?”

“You jus’ found ‘em. Again’ Aran I’m bein’ generous by given’ ye so much for so little.”

After a small bit of haggling all three of our heroes agreed to Yorg’s deal and they headed onwards towards his house after he closed down the smithy for the day.

As the three of you traveled Aran began talking again “So Yorg… I was thinking about helping you around the shop. Any way I could be an apprentice?”

“No.”

“Wh…What? Just no?”

“Jus’ no. I don’ be needin’ the competition aroun’. ‘sides there’s little enough for me ta do as it is. Me house is right here.”

Stepping inside the house you were a little surprised by just how barren it was. Only bronze table, bronze chaire, and a bronze bed with a lovely blanket were inside the single room home. On the bed right now however was a thin man who was obviously a half-elf. When he heard the four of them enter he immediately turned to face them. “Hello.” His voice was a bit out-of place on an elf but was very out of place for a human.

“So Mar’ how ya doin? Rememberin’ anything ye’?”

“Well no. I’m afraid I can’t recall exactly where I’m at or… well anyway… My name is Marks.”

“So how do you know Yorg? I’ve never seen you around before.” Aran replied.

“Well… I don’t know Yorg actually…”

“When I said frien’ earlier I was jus’ bein’ friendly.”

“So what’s your story then?” Ashur asked as he moved closer to examine the cut on Marks’ arm.

“Well I don’t really know. I don’t remember anything before yesterday. Yorg here found me in the snow apparently…”

“Tha’ I did. Took ‘im in and tried to take care o’ him until the main Silent Brother returned. Luck’ly I foun’ you two. Think ye can get rid o’ the frostbite?”

“Yes I think I may be able to pull it off. Gotta go get that sword as they say aound here.” Claire stated as she examined the frostbite. It wasn’t bad but it was affecting the half-elf’s foot.

Yorg smiled “Get tha’ sword? You two workin’ for Aran now?”

“Shut up Yorg.” Aran stated highly embarrassed.

“Well give me a few moments and I may be able to get the frostbite cured.” Claire stated. While in reality she wasn’t entirely sure that Light Heal would be able to remove this sort of wound she gave it her best shot and lo’ and behold the frostbite receded as though it were an ocean wave. Soon it was gone leaving no trace of it behind.

“Thank you Cleric.” Marks said as he tested out his foot. It felt better than he ever remembered it having felt. Granted all he remembered of his foot was it having frostbite. Still it did feel very pleasant as compared to before.

“No problem. Shall I take a look at your arm?”

“Maybe later.”

“Well thank ye Claire. I’ll be payin’ ye once I ge’ back to the shop. Follow me if ye will. Oh! But firs’ tha’ meal.”

After a brief meal it was another short walk, this time with Marks following behind rather happily, to the store. Once they arrived Yorg counted out six gold pieces. “Here ya go. Sorry ye’ didn’t get ta do yer magic Ashur, was tha’ how ye say it?” After a brief nod from Ashur Yorg continued “Well anyway, sorry ye didn’t get a chance ta help. Here’s the gold anyway as promised.” Handing Ashur two gold he then turned to Aran and handed him a single piece “Sorry Aran but that’s all I can afford ta give ye.” Finally he turned to Claire “Tha’ was impressive magic ye got there. Wish ye’d been around for me eye. Anyway here’s three piece o’ gol’. Ye earned ‘em.”

After a brief period of talking afterwards the entire group minus Yorg exited the Horse’s Shoe.

“So where are we heading?” Marks asked eyeing the three other members as well as the sinking sun.

“Well… We’re heading towards our temporary home. I suppose you can come along if you want.” Claire offered.

“Wait… What exactly can you offer us?” Aran asked a little suspicious of the man.

“Only my bow. I’m pretty good with it… I think.”

“Well… We can always use a watchman.” Ashur suggested.

“Maybe.” Was the only reply that Marks gave.

So as the sun sank the four of them headed towards the shack that served as a home to the three, now four, of them. Now the only question was what to do for the night.
 

Ashur the Unlucky has gained 2 gold pieces.

Claire has gained 3 gold pieces. Claire has lost .5 mana.

Aran Tamer has gained 1 gold piece.

Marks has spawned into the world.

Spoiler: Player’s Rolls (click to show/hide)

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Sorry that you all got lumped together but it was easier to do it like this considering you were all mostly doing the same thing and Aran Tamer already had a lead on what to do. Still… Unless you all do the same thing again it shouldn’t happen too often

[Brood]

Woho, does that mean me and Mesor are next?

[Nerjin]

Woho, does that mean me and Mesor are next?

Unless King shows up it's a tie between you two or Worm/Xant.

Basically I'm trying to do a small rotation.

[Brood]

He's been gone over a week, so no idea when he'll be back.

[Nerjin]

He's been gone over a week, so no idea when he'll be back.

Yeah I know. I'm gonna ax him if he doesn't reply within a month.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Worm/Xant.

Who and Xantalos?

[Nerjin]

Worm/Xant.

Who and Xantalos?

Someone else PM'ed me about being you for the day. They named themselver Mr. Worm. Anyway they ducked out so you're back in! Congrats!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Worm/Xant.

Who and Xantalos?

Someone else PM'ed me about being you for the day. They named themselver Mr. Worm. Anyway they ducked out so you're back in! Congrats!

You could always admit to having accidentally used a homophone for an abbreviation of my screen name.