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Post by Matt Droz on Oct 22, 2006 22:56:43 GMT -5
The day began as many others in Eveningstar. The priests of Lathander, led by Trueservant Belon, sing the praises of the Morninglord as the sun rises in the eastern sky. Farmers begin tending their fields and townfolk take to the streets trading their wares and their gossip with their neighbors. Lord Tessaril Winter can be seen wandering the streets this morning, talking with the tavern owner Dunman Kiriag about the weather. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you can see why many come to this town and choose to remain here.
Or you would, if you weren't stuck at a local guard house some hundred miles away, approaching the barracks to await permission to enter the lands of Cormyr. You can see a large man in armor talking with the purple knights posted here as a another man is sitting in the shade, listening to the first's arguments. An elven couple are also approaching the barracks ahead of you.
There is a stone building ahead abutting up against a three story tower. You can see a man in robes at the top of the tower staring down at the guards and the arguing man with a bored look on his face. As you approach, you make out that the arguing man is actually a half-orc and can also see a plaque on the front of the stone building displaying the following:
Laws of Cormyr 1. All persons entering Cormyr must register with the officials of a border garrison. 2. Foreign currency can only be used in certain locations. Please exchange your coins for Cormyrean golden lions at your first opportunity. 3. Adventurers must acquire a charter before undertaking any operation as a group. 4. All weapons must be peace-bonded. The only persons exempt from this law are members of chartered adventuring groups and members of mercenary groups that can offer proof of employment. 5. Harming cats is forbidden. 6. Bow your head to royalty and the local nobility. 7. Purple Dragons have the right to search you upon request. 8. Hunting on private land is forbidden.
Go ahead and start posting. Introduce yourselves, explore, chat, whatever you feel like doing.
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Post by vchan on Oct 24, 2006 11:54:39 GMT -5
Fozhug shrugged, shifting the straps of his pack a little and settling them more comfortably against his shoulders. His stride was long and easy, having settled in the previous weeks into a cadence he could keep up for most, if not all of a day.
Especially now that all the blisters had popped, and callouses had formed. He gave a rueful little smile to himself. Mom had warned him. So had dad for that matter, on his last visit. The manner of the warnings had been a little different though.
Mother had told him in careful, clinical language that he’d have to take his time breaking in his new boots, and his new armour. That he’d need to be careful to keep infections from setting in, and to be warned not to get the armour wet until after he’d finished working the skin of oil into it that she’d given him. By then, between the softening of regular oiling and the fact he’d have been wearing it for a few weeks, wet armour shouldn’t chafe him TOO raw.
His fathers advice had been to hand him an earthenware jug wrapped in leather of the drink his clan brewed. Clear as water, fit to peel the skin off the inside of your mouth, and kicked worse than any mule. “Make sure you got a good belt of this inside before pouring any on yer blisters. But by One-Eye’s balls boy, don’t forget the dose to the inside first!”
It had only taken one application of the disinfectant to convince him of the truth of that. Harsh on the mouth and throat yes, and with all the appeal of boiled loincloths, it was by far worse on the blisters, even if it did keep them from going feverish.
He slowed his pace a touch more as he approached the outpost. With that argument going on, and the elven couple in front of him, there was no point in rushing.
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Post by Keikan300 on Oct 24, 2006 18:31:14 GMT -5
Sabastian patiently waits in line. He quickly scans the plaque on the wall. He shrugs and hopes that he can find gainful employ here. His families funding has long since disappeared and he could use the cash.
He holds his walking cane close and runs through his exercises to focus his mind. He will need to keep his wits about him.
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Post by Jona on Oct 24, 2006 20:26:44 GMT -5
Tim sat there under another tree and looked at the dawning day. "And it's another glorious day in the Corp... oh wait, not any more it's not." He laughed at the joke, while not truely fun it was always a good way to start a day off. He grabbed his quarter staff and buldging pack of goods. He stopped for a few minutes to make sure his arrows were placed right and that his bow was in easy reach. ~Remember this 'cruits. Persons life can depend on their gear! You take care of it and it will take care of you.~ The voice of his old drill sargent echoed in his head and he chuckled again.
Now that it was light enough out to actually see, he noted the little list and wandered over to get a better look at what it said. "Huh..." He looked around at the others waiting and asked them. "So, exactly how are we supposed to know who is and who isn't local nobility? They gonna be wearing signs?"
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Post by Matt Droz on Oct 24, 2006 21:11:31 GMT -5
As the half-orc still "discusses" his entrance, the man sitting in the side smiles at Tim. "Better to just treat everyone as a noble. One thing Cormyr has no lack of is nobles. And most like to dress as commoners, or what they think commoners look like, anyway."
He rises from the ground and you notice a gold coin hanging from a chain around his neck. He approaches you all and nods toward his companion. "I'd suggest you find a comfortable place to rest. My friend, Konstantine, over there, is discussing the merits and flaws of the peacebond in his own unique way. I'm Isleif, by the way, faithful of the Lady Tymora. Kon and I are old friends and we on our way to Eveningstar to earn our right to an adventurer's charter. I assume that's what you're all looking for as well?"
Before you have a chance to answer, the elven lady glides into your midst, her male counterpart at her heels. "You are correct, Luckbringer. I am Ielenia Moonbow, servant of Sehanine Moonbow and my companion is Tharivol, a student of the arcane. I was ... called by the Lady of Mysteries to leave Evermeet and journey here. The reasons are a mystery to me, but the Lady will reveal all in her time."
As Ielenia speaks, Tharivol glances around at the ragtag group awaiting entrance to Cormyr, a half-smirk playing on his lips. Before he speaks, however, there is a loud yell of frustration from the half-orc as he forcefully takes the peace-bond the guards are holding out to him and sulks back to Isleif.
"I swear, Izzy, this better be worth it." As he speaks, he shrugs off a large baldric sheathing his greatsword from his shoulder. With practiced ease, he ties off the peacebond and straps the baldric over his back. Looking around at the group surrounding his friend, "So, who's all this? Collecting wayfarer alms again, Izzy?"
"This -" gesturing to the lady elf and her friend " is Lady Ielenia Moonbow and her mage " (you can't be sure, but Tharivol appears to bristle at being labelled property) "Tharivol. And these people are ... I'm sorry, I don't think we got to the introductions, did we?"
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Post by Jona on Oct 24, 2006 22:02:39 GMT -5
"My name is Timbulin Estalaze, but there are those who would call me... Tim?" He said grinning at the others who were gethering around. "Can't rightly say I know who the others are at the moment. Only real reason I'm here is because this is where Fates Winds have blown me. Or maybe," He says eyeing Isleif gleefully. "it's just 'lucky' that we were to be meeting like this?" He rested himself casually on his own staff and waited patiently to see if anyone else would speak up.
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Post by Keikan300 on Oct 25, 2006 5:42:39 GMT -5
Sabastian sees the group talking and moves over to them. His clothing is nicer than standard adventurer garb and he carries an ornate cane. He has no other obvious weapons.
"Greetings and well met. My name is Sabastian Haverghast." He nods to the group and smiles.
"Might I assume that we are all in the same boat? I have found myself in need of funds and so I have traveled to this city in hopes of obtaining a source of income." He takes a quick look over towards the entrance and the guard tower and shrugs. "I fear that night will come before we are able to gain entrance. Does anybody have other plans?"
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Post by Matt Droz on Oct 25, 2006 7:14:16 GMT -5
FYI, use the gray color for OOC comments/details.
Just to clarify, the guard house isn't outside a city, it's a border checkpoint for people coming into Cormyr. I'm using it as a intro point to get everyone together before getting to Eveningstar. Also, there's a map of the area to give you an idea of what you're looking at in the spoiler below.
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Post by vchan on Oct 25, 2006 8:35:16 GMT -5
Fozhug grinned, and swept down into a bow.
Fozhug Engarson at your service. Prospective adventurer, intinerant busker and intrant bard.
He straightened up again, and settled into a comfortable hipshot stance. Admittedly, this is my first visit to Cormyr. I'm curious to see what lands other than my own hold.
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Post by Keikan300 on Oct 25, 2006 11:18:27 GMT -5
Sabastian nodes to Fozhug Engarson and Timbulin Estalaze. You are both well met. I am Sabastian Haverghast and I too am here, as I believe you are Fozhug, to explore new lands and gather some coin if possible.
Sabastian looks around and finds a patch of grass. He sits down and makes himself comfortable.
"From the looks of the guardhouse, I fear that we will be spending a considerable amount of time out here and not.." Pointing at the walled city.. "... In there."
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