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[Reality_Unknown]

THIKUT: You aim down the rabbit hole at a small shadow, when TIWUTHI yells out some expletives. The rabbit bolts deep into the cave and you are forced to take a poor shot (Crossbow13+6aimed-4range-7size=14!Miss!). The bolt buries itself into the ground and the rabbit hides deep in its burrow. THIKUT spins around to find herself alone in the woods with a strange dwarf sized stranger, Bonestreaked circles around him in case of trouble.

HELMAROC: you ballsily sneak dangerously close to the warthog while aiming your crossbow (sneak13 vrs Perception 14-4range = 11&15!, Sucess!) the WARTHOG continues burrowing and does not notice you (perhaps you would like to target vitals(-3)or face(-5) to enshure a kill? you are 5 yards from the pig and your aim bonus is +4)

WAGON: back at the wagon NEK wakes up and peeks his head out, the travel is uneventful as of yet, but the rains clouds are almost upon them.

[Fenrir]

"Armok be praised!", said the stranger. He spoke dwarvish, but his accent was unmistakably elvish. "I've been wandering in these woods for hours now!" He glanced down and gently prodded the circling dog with his foot. It growled and snapped at his -pig tail boot-. The stranger quickly withdrew his foot and took a step back. "Uhh... you out here hunting?", he asked, still watching the dog.

[ December 31, 2007: Message edited by: Fenrir ]

[Fenrir]

When the GM goes to foreign lands, everyone and their grandmother pops in with something clever to say about it. When he's here, all the players (save for me), are nowhere to be found!

[Helmaroc]

I'll aim at vitals.

Fenrir, give us some time! Wait a day or two! Some of us have lives. Just Kidding!    
Yeah, I guess everyone's doing New Years stuff.

[ December 31, 2007: Message edited by: Helmaroc ]

[ December 31, 2007: Message edited by: Helmaroc ]

[Reality_Unknown]

HELMAROC:The WARTHOG raises its dirty snout as HELMAROC looses a bolt at its vitals. (Crossbow Vrs.14-2range+4aimed-3vitals= 9!Hit!) the hog squals with surprise and falls down stunned, with a bolt sticking out of it, its lung is peirced,and its spleen is pierced. Its eyes roll back into its head as it lies stunned 5 yards in front of you

Second 2

HELMAROC violently recocks his repeating crossbow, while the WARTHOG (Roll Vrs. HT 12= 17!fail!) continues lying on the ground, twitching its hind leg.

(helmaroc still has an action left to perform this second, such as shooting it again or just wailing on it with your crossbow or something.)

WAGON: at the wagon the journey turn sour, as their progress is hampered by a heavy rain that has turned the offroad area very muddy, and there are pools lying across parts of the road, your progress is slowed, and far in the distance on a hill something aproaches along the road coming towards you, but still quite far away.

[Fenrir]

Alright, you've all thrown away enough time having "lives", whatever the hell those are. Let's get back to it!

[Reality_Unknown]

(Ya!, quit worshipping your pagan moon godnew year rituals! and come play with me! let me know if i can do anything different, like take more assumptions on your charachters to make it go faster or something, im eager to use my rules for digging and crafting items and farming&stuff and see what you guys come up with)

[Reign on your Parade]

I... am... bored at just waiting to get there...

[Reality_Unknown]

UPDATE

The expedition consists of
Thikut, Trapper
Olin, Woodkutter
Ked, Miner
Nek, Fisher
Oddom, Smith and expedition leader
Tiwuthi!, Mechanic
Helmaroc, Hunter

The WAGON is loaded with
Large backpack
commoner clothes x2
small tent x4
catx2
personal basicsx3
blanketx4
7weeks of fish
19 bottles of rum (on the wall)
group basics
10 wine bottles
backpackx3
fishing pole
a stupid wardog
2 huntingdogs
peasents clothesx2
29 bandages
wheelbarrow
pick
ragsx2
4week of hardtack
used towel
carpentry tools
axe
15weeks worth of plump helmets
10 yards of rope
climbing gear
shovel
wineskin
6 torches
crossbow
repeating crossbow

Your destination is Zagithid Sholkiknoksam Neshast, about 160 miles away

(ima force march the game forward a bit today, hope noone minds  

[Fenrir]

quote:Originally posted by Reality_Unknown:
<STRONG>UPDATE

...

(ima force march the game forward a bit today, hope noone minds   </STRONG>

I don't mind in the slightest. Why am I "Tiwuthi!"? I'm not on fire, am I?!

[Helmaroc]

If he understands, I command my dog to finish the warthog. If he doesn't, I'll take another vital shot if possible.

[Fenrir]

After Helmaroc bags us a warthog, let's just jump ahead to our arrival, or the next encounter/event/whatever, if you had something important planned for the journey.
It's the second of the month, people! Finish those mystical new-year rituals an' git back here!

[Reality_Unknown]

THIKUT: "you ruined my shot!i aught to rip your beard clean off!. Oh my! are you hurt ? you look like you have been out here for months? come on weve got a wagon where we can at least bandage you up.

HELMAROC: You shoot another bolt into the WARTHOGS vitals (dealing 6 damage in all) the warthog begins raging and getting up but the hunting dog colides with him and shakes him by the neck untill dead. After cleaning and skinning the hide, you take one weeks worth of warthog meat back towards the wagon. The dog munches on the entrails.

NewScene

The forest rain intensifies, and an incoming wagon train approaches, but ahead of that comes 2 riders, protected by cloaks against the rain. The problem approaching is clear, the road is not wide enough to let both wagons pass, and somone is going to have to go offroad down some rooty shallow muddy embankments while the other passes. Further behind, Tiwuthi and Thikut approach, with Helmaroc further in the rear

WAGON: the dwarves at the wagon are approached as they travel by 2 cloacked figues atop horses.  one throws his hood back and revealshimself as a MERCHANT, the other grips a sword  at his side.

MERCHANT: "By the authority of The United Confederacy of Dunces, i order you pilgrims to clear this road. We have a high priority shipment coming through to appease your king!, and we are in need of the good weapons we were promised in exchange. so move on over!, you can park your decrepid wagon in the ditch!

(final wagon descision goe to expedition leader Oddom, smith btw,)

(Hehe fenrir i guess i got carried away having fun typing your name !!!, i certainly HOPE your not on fire   )

[Reign on your Parade]

((GAH! My dignity says refuse, and my self preservation instinct says do as they say... Maybe we claim that we have an about-to-tantrum dwarf...))

[Fenrir]

I had a thrilling tale prepared about Tiwuthi's misfortunes, but I went upstairs to blow my nose (I have a cold) and my little brother thought I was finished with the computer.
I don't feel like typing it up again, so long story made short: On the way to the wagon, he told Thikut about how he was chased out of his cave by a giant cave spider.

[ January 03, 2008: Message edited by: Fenrir ]