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Stepping into the cart, he accidentally knocks a couple of cushions off the chairs. Before returning them, he has a quick look at them before seating himself by the left window.

To his amazement, Warlen discovers that he has found two genuine Seat Cushions!

2x Seat Cushions: Cushions, WP:0, Provides a slightly more comfortable ride in a stagecoach.

by the left window

QM Note: Apparently, I'm subconsciously psychic. Warlen actually is sitting by a left window in the image I finished a few hours ago.

As he fiddled with the horses, the heroes could hear the driver talking to himself, apparently quoting scripture.

"And then said he who sits beside the Dodekube, Now shalt I put an end to the freebies, for the people are grown slower in their speech, and inclined to exploit. And now, they shalt have to labor with their tools of war for that which they desire, and no longer find their heart's love on trees or on bushes or up chimneys..."

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"And then said he who sits beside the Dodekube, Now shalt I put an end to the freebies, for the people are grown slower in their speech, and inclined to exploit. And now, they shalt have to labor with their tools of war for that which they desire, and no longer find their heart's love on trees or on bushes or up chimneys..."

Ooc-For real, or do ye be...

SIMPLY JESTING!!!

(Dan dan daaaan!)

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Ooc-For real, or do ye be...

SIMPLY JESTING!!!

(Dan dan daaaan!)

QM Note: For real. :pirate_sad2: Sorry - it was good looting initiative. But those that have served the Dodekube far longer than I, have murmured about the Great Forum of Gen Dis that I'm perhaps tending towards being a bit too liberal with loot. And, having been shown the ancient name of he that is known as Monty Haul, I have to agree with them.

On the good side of things, though, I'm pretty sure that you'll find the actual battle loot to be quite a bit more preferable than anything you'd find around here. :wink:

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Vindsval Accepts the offered mushroom and consumes it. He feels different as if a milestone had been reached.

My thanks Annienal, You have great generosity within you. May your path be smooth and true. If ever I can offer you something in kind, do you hesitate to ask.

Fearing that if they waited here any longer Warlen might strip the wheels off of the coach in an attempt to find a way to hasten his actions, Vindsval swings up into the Handcannon seat.

"Time to leave, Everyone into the coach. We have a job to do."

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Bobby clammers into the couch, munching on the apple. It tastes alright, but each bite is incredibly hard to get through - the skin of the apple is like armor. Even so, he gives Annie a thumbs up. "It ain't the best apple I've ever had, but right on for sharing, you're top notch." He gives her the "a-okay sign" with his thumb and forefinger and clicks in his cheek (are there better words for some of this stuff??).

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Miderun follows Bobby into the coach, sitting opposite the rogue and staring at the rocky, mutated apple even before he devours it without a second thought.

"This is a strange place. But then I guess we are hunting a warlord named Schawn Kull." Miderun rubbed her chin in thought. "I wonder if there's any relation to Zarlan the Culler of Men. Probably not."

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Vindsval Accepts the offered mushroom and consumes it. He feels different as if a milestone had been reached.

My thanks Annienal, You have great generosity within you. May your path be smooth and true. If ever I can offer you something in kind, do you hesitate to ask.

"Well, um, it was no problem really. I was just... thinking of everyone else, you know?" Annienal seemed somewhat exposed being pointed out, but it did make her feel better being thanked by a friend.

Bobby clammers into the couch, munching on the apple. It tastes alright, but each bite is incredibly hard to get through - the skin of the apple is like armor. Even so, he gives Annie a thumbs up. "It ain't the best apple I've ever had, but right on for sharing, you're top notch." He gives her the "a-okay sign" with his thumb and forefinger and clicks in his cheek (are there better words for some of this stuff??).

"Oh, well, um, thank you Bobby! I just thought you'd benefit from it more than I would." Annienal gives a hesitant thumbs up, seemingly deciding to follow up on Bobby's "a-okay."

"This is a strange place. But then I guess we are hunting a warlord named Schawn Kull." Miderun rubbed her chin in thought. "I wonder if there's any relation to Zarlan the Culler of Men. Probably not."

"Um... I think you mean "Sean Cole". Bit of a difference in terms of pronunciation." Annienal hops into the coach, trying to find a place to sit while trying not to hit her head against the ceiling. She hoped there was no relation to Sean Cole and Zarlan the Culler of Men. A name like Zarlan the Culler of Men was probably not given lightly.

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Vindsval looks down and watches the last of his team join the coach. He places the Pretty Pink Parasol on his shoulder and turns to the Coachmaster.

"It would seem we are all in place. Let us move out. The settlement is waiting."

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Also, what is this Dodekube?

QM Note: Dodekube

"I wonder if there's any relation to Zarlan the Culler of Men. Probably not."

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"Well, I cain't say that I've ever heard of this "Zar-Lan" fella, but Cole, now - they do say he can be one tough son-of-a-handcannon.

Vindsval looks down and watches the last of his team join the coach. He places the Pretty Pink Parasol on his shoulder and turns to the Coachmaster.

"It would seem we are all in place. Let us move out. The settlement is waiting."

The driver nodded. "As you say, boss."

And so, the party set out!

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QM Note: Exactly how it was that the towering cleric was able to get on top of the coach without severely damaging the internal structure, or how he was able to sit where he did without the coach tipping over, is not entirely certain. What is certain is that it was most likely a wizard.

Somehow.

For several hours, the coach rolled along, past wide stretches of barren desert, long flats of dry soil like water-less oceans, fields of gravel like...

"Could you get a move on with the exposition, already? It's hot out here."

Right, sorry.

After a few hours, the coach began to make its way up into what were either foot-hills, or very short mountains, or foot-hills of very short mountains - the party was never quite sure which one it was. The road turned from hard-packed sand to loose-packed pebbles, and the party all found it a very bumpy go of things.

Just as they were all starting to cool off in the much more mildly temperatured air, the coach rounded a turn, and everyone in the party heard a loud shout hailing them from ahead.

"Halt and deliver!"

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"Aw, durn - I guess today's the day..."

What would the party do?

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Vindsval thinks to himself, Halt and deliver? That makes nearly as little sense as Bobby's colloquialisms. They seem to be the agressive type, perhaps it would be best to answer them in kind.

"Now you three think hard upon your path. If you mean us no harm then we mean none to you in return, but If you are the folks that have been bird-dogging this settlement for some time past ,I do not believe they would object to us making corpses out of you. Now you could luxuriate in a nice jail cell, or let us be on our way. But if your hands touch metal, I swear by my pretty pink parasol, I will end you."

In his head he wonders, Did he say that right? Is that how they would have responded to one of their own? If the wanderer wills, we shall see.

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I'm pretty sure pistols are not supposed to exist in this setting.

Miderun stuck her head out the window to size up the mounted highwaymen.

"Is this sarkuun the Cole guy we're supposed to be looking for? Or just some other people in our way?"

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"Now you three think hard upon your path. If you mean us no harm then we mean none to you in return, but If you are the folks that have been bird-dogging this settlement for some time past ,I do not believe they would object to us making corpses out of you. Now you could luxuriate in a nice jail cell, or let us be on our way. But if your hands touch metal, I swear by my pretty pink parasol, I will end you."

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"Apologies, my good...uh...Ma'am?...but this is my toll-road, and I am afraid that I shall have to require the normal toll of you.

Either surrender your lives, or everything you're carrying - quite normal, and reasonable, if I do say so myself."

I'm pretty sure pistols are not supposed to exist in this setting.

QM Note: Europe actually had cannons for much of the Middle Ages, they just fired rather poorly. The flintlock firing mechanism is a bit more modern, but they had working flintlocks as early - and earlier than - the 17th century.

"Is this sarkuun the Cole guy we're supposed to be looking for? Or just some other people in our way?"

"No, ma'am, my name's Black Hanson. And apologies for being in your way and all, but, well, that's my job."

OOC: miniature hand cannons?

QM Note: :thumbup:

"Now, will you surrender your lives, or your valuables?"

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Vindsval's eyes flare and his fangs grind together at the mention of a "Toll Road." To impeded another's chosen path in such a manner for mere monetary gain is anathema to his faith. He lowers the parasol, stuff it into his belt and jumps from the carriage. He stands beside the conveyance, still taller than both it and the mounted horsemen. He draws Verkenner from its scabbard and spins it on his palm.

"Scum such as you Son of Back Han will have neither lives nor coin this day, lest you count your own among them. Your head will be offered to the Wanderer, and your soul sent for judgement of the deeds you have done. Prepare yourself as you would, for you will see not another sunset upon this plane."

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"Scum such as you Son of Back Han will have neither lives nor coin this day, lest you count your own among them. Your head will be offered to the Wanderer, and your soul sent for judgement of the deeds you have done. Prepare yourself as you would, for you will see not another sunset upon this plane."

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"Why must women always be as unreasonable as y'all are?" The highwayman shook his head.

"Any of the rest of you more sensible than she is?"

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QM Note: Europe actually had cannons for much of the Middle Ages, they just fired rather poorly. The flintlock firing mechanism is a bit more modern, but they had working flintlocks as early - and earlier than - the 17th century.

Right, but Sandy's specifically prohibited advanced firearms.

Again, pistols of any kind are not suitable for the setting of this game. Crossbows, on the other hand, are an existing weapon class in this game, so bowguns are an option.

Miderun rolls her eyes at Black Hanson. The efforts of humans to sound intimidating were completely underwhelming to say the very least. She climbed out of the back of the stagecoach, her solitary (but still somewhat threatening) fang bared menacingly as she cracked her knuckles.

"Any of the rest of you more sensible than she is?"

"Sensible is not my strong suit. Put those toys down before they end up somewhere unpleasant, zormdyruul."

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Vindsval wonders what the women of this region must look like if a one armed half-giant is mistaken for one. While Miderun discusses sensibility and Warlen whips out his wand Vindsval makes a show of applying TWO vials of Venom to Verkenner.

"You would do well to let us pass. You decision to extort those who you deem week will lead to your own deaths. This I assure you."

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"Sensible is not my strong suit.

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"I can see that, yes."

Put those toys down before they end up somewhere unpleasant, zormdyruul."

"Toys?" The highwayman chuckled, and suddenly fired, clipping Miderun's ear, and knocking off 1 health point.

"No, no, far from it. But, it would be a shame to waste powder on such a boring party. Better to save it for the exciting ones." The highwayman pulled out a longsword, and nodded to his two companions, who both pulled out clubs.

"I'm guessing the elf knight is also not a very sensible person?"

QM Note: I'll start the battle as soon as I can get a post from Annie.

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Bobby wanders out of the carriage, following Miderun. "What's up, my dudes! You look a little lost, maybe we can help you on your way!" Bobby cracks his whip. "My friends can get kinda whack sometimes, you don't want to go screwing with them! Maybe I can just show you dudes the right direction?" He ducks as a shot is fired, but it just grazes his friend. "Yo, that's f'd up, you def gonna have a bad day now, dude."

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"You would do well to let us pass. You decision to extort those who you deem week will lead to your own deaths. This I assure you."

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"I take it you don't get held up often, do you?"

The highwayman apparently didn't notice Asphalt applying the Venom, or simply didn't comment.

"What's up, my dudes! You look a little lost, maybe we can help you on your way! My friends can get kinda whack sometimes, you don't want to go screwing with them! Maybe I can just show you dudes the right direction?"
"Thank you, but we're quite well acquainted with these hills - more than you must be, since you choose to come through them."
"Yo, that's f'd up, you def gonna have a bad day now, dude."
"Such strong language, from someone who first almost seemed like a gentlemen. Tsk, tsk." Edited by Lind Whisperer
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"Why must women always be as unreasonable as y'all are?" The highwayman shook his head.

"Any of the rest of you more sensible than she is?"

"Um... Vindsval is male... I hope..." Annienal murmurs inside the carriage before stepping out speaking diplomatically with her hands up. She whimpers as a shot is fired, but continues to keep her hands up.

"Um... hi. My name is Annienal, and we really have no quarrel with you, unlike what my comrades here say and do, you mustn't be rash with them. It's the heat... it's, um... getting to all of us. I'd, um... appreciate not getting shot, but I think... um, perhaps we could work something out that doesn't involve us getting shot at or robbed?" Annienal gives a half hearted smile.

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"Um... hi. My name is Annienal, and we really have no quarrel with you, unlike what my comrades here say and do, you mustn't be rash with them. It's the heat... it's, um... getting to all of us. I'd, um... appreciate not getting shot, but I think... um, perhaps we could work something out that doesn't involve us getting shot at or robbed?" Annienal gives a half hearted smile.

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The highwayman tipped his hat towards the Knight. "Finally, someone with class.

My sincerest apologies, but I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible. It's not good business, giving up one's sole source of income for random strangers(no matter how extremely attractive they are, if I might comment without being rude). You do see how it is."

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