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[Peradon]

[DISREGARD, UPLOADED THE WRONG VERSION OF THE MAP.]

((Thine shame shall forever be known...))

I think it'd be "thy shame shall forever be known."

((I'm pretty sure that thy and thine are pretty much interchangeable...))

[Dampe]

Interesting.... Have you named all the islands yet? And are we on the continent or an island?

We're on the continent. Ilbete is far enough north to qualify as a frontier town, but it's not as lawless as the towns and cities further north in the deserts.
The capital is on the coast.

[Peradon]

((Ah, ok. The map looks really good by the way. What program did you use to make it?))

[Dampe]

((Ah, ok. The map looks really good by the way. What program did you use to make it?))

It was a website, I can put the link up later if you want.

[mastahcheese]

Thank the fortune teller, then head back to the bar before my luck wears off.

[Dampe]

Thank the fortune teller, then head back to the bar before my luck wears off.

You return to the bar and rejoin the other members of your group.
You leave tomorrow morning, so anything more you want to do should be done now.
Re-arrange your inventory and check weapons if you deem it necessary.

[Dampe]

Did the rolls for what type of horse each person would be getting.

Peradon, I'm sorry to tell you that you rolled a 1.
You'll be traveling à la Sancho Panza.

[Dampe]

Sunrise, the next morning.

Your party is standing out by the stables, waiting for the owner to bring you your horses. The villagers were happy to provide you each with a mount free of charge, for your trouble. Cromwell gives an exasperated sigh. "When the hell is he going to show up?" A couple seconds later, the rotund stable owner rushes over from behind the stables. "Here you go, heroes! I'll bring your mounts out one at a time. Which one of you is Blacke?"

"That'd be me."

(Blacke rolls a 4!)

"Excellent!" The man vanishes behind the stables for a brief moment, before returning with a cream-colored thoroughbred. "This should do just fine," Blacke says, as he looks his new steed over. "Says you! I don't want to ride on that thing," comes an irritated voice from Blacke's knapsack. "You're free to walk," Blacke replies curtly. "Fine, we'll take the horse," the knapsack grumbles.
Would you like to give your horse a name?

The man disappears once more, calling out, "Which one of you is Cromwell?!"

"I am!"

(Cromwell rolls a 3!)

"What the hell is this?!" Cromwell's new horse, an old nag with a coat of black and a white stripe on the nose, looks like it hasn't seen a good brushing in ages. Cromwell reaches up to pet its snout. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir. Duchess has got a bit of the ol' devil in her, I always say." Cromwell scoffs. "It'll be fine, I'm real good with hor- Ouch! The damned horse bit me!" Duchess whinnies and stomps her hoof.

"And which of you is Dampe Pandion?"

"That'd be me."

(Dampe rolls a 6!)

Dampe's horse is a brown, muscular horse with a white stripe down its nose. One look at the creature shows that it was bred for war. "Fortuna has smiled upon me today, gentlemen." He pets its snout affectionately, and the horse neighs.

"And lastly, the blinder of wolves? Plor?"

"That's me."

(Plor rolls a 1!)

"Here you go, the best of the bunch!"

"Hee-haw!"

"That's not a horse!" Plor looks at the donkey standing in front of him. The creature seems to grin mockingly back at him. "He may not be very fast, but what he lacks in speed, he makes up for in spirit." Plor mutters a "thanks" before going back into the inn to grab his belongings.
Would you like to give the donkey a name?


[Sorry for my lack of proper horse terminology, the equine species has never been my area of expertise.]

[Tawa]

Would you like to give your horse a name?

He must have... a terrible pun name.

My horse shall be... Darknessprinter

No... it shall be Harley.

Yes, I, Blacke the Wizard, shall ride my prized Harley across the plains and fields of this world.

[mastahcheese]

((I don't know what you're talking about, I got the best damn horse of all you scrubs.))

[Peradon]

I shall name my noble steed....

Cena

You can guess where he's headed after this trip....

[Dampe]

Plor, if you eat that fucking donkey, I am not getting you a new one. Not that we could afford one, anyway. I'll think of a name for my horse later, by the way.

While you may be fond of Duchess, Cromwell, she may not be as fond of you.

Blacke, it looks like you escaped the last roll unscathed.

Also, each horse comes with the necessary riding gear and two saddle bags. One of the bags is pre-stocked with a week's worth of non perishable provisions. Feel free to use the other for storing any extra equipment.

Plor, your donkey has basic riding gear and two large saddle bags, plus the week of provisions.

I'll make the next update when I get to my computer, I'm on my iPhone right now.

[Dampe]

At first light, your party says their goodbyes and sets out from Ilbete on the southeast road towards High Aerilon.
What sort of a pace should your party take?

[mastahcheese]

Head out at a standard marching pace. We're not really in some massive hurry, or anything.

[Dampe]

Okay, and in what order shall your party proceed in. (This will be potentially important for random events.)