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Tarek says ride to him and he nods, "Yes, horse. Walk can if need." Klorgar looks around waiting for others to speak up after his intro, a troll of all things yells loudly, and it smells bad, Klorgar is very glad it is not joining them. After a few moments
a couple of others speak up. One seems to speak as much as himself and that gives him some comfort that his words were ok. Then a well groomed woman, who speaks a lot of words he doesn't understand and is long winded, seems to get the approval to join. Klorgar
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The bar keep yells at the troll to get out, at least that seems to be what is yelled. He understood the word Militia and that usually means you are not wanted here. Based on past experiences himself. Then his new "boss" askes to help and they would get food
and drink for doing it, at least that is what is seems like was said, could be the bar keep wanted to give the troll food and drink, but that was unlikely.</div>
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The fancy woman stands a looks at the group, saying a lot of words, Klorgar catches only a few, but gets the idea she wants to help. Then the dwarf just jumps in. Klorgar stands grabbing his battleaxe and gets ready to help out.<br>
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Sex.....Character Name...Player..................Type....Notes.....<br>
Male...Klorgar..........Tobie.Bonahoom...Tracker...Human,..........<br>
Female.Varo Mineholder..Bess.Hadley......Merchant..Human...........<br>
Male...Razgor...........Wout.Broere......Guard.....Human...........<br>
........................Gerald.Ford................................<br>
Male...Rocky............Alex.Koponen.....Hunter....Dwarf...........<br>
........................Gilbert.Isla...............................<br>
Male...........................Gilbert.Isla...............................<br>
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Game Update #2 sequence (file #19)<br>
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Admin: Roster updated.<br>
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[Recap]<br>
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Post from Rocky: [Re:Intro]<br>
The dwarf finishes his ale, stands up and walks <br>
over. In a deep voiced and understandable but not <br>
fluent Tradetalk he says "I be interested. Rocky. …<br>
<br>
Observing Rocky you see that he is large for a dwarf, obviously …<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
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From Tobie: [Re: Intro]<br>
A rather well built man, human, with a long <br>
scare down his face on the left side, stands up <br>
after the dwarf says a few things. "Klorgar, friend of...<br>
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He has an imposing Battle Axe on his side and a shield on his back....<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
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From Wout: [Re: Intro]<br>
A sturdy and handsome young man steps up as well. Dressed in …<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
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[New Stuff]<br>
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[Clayday, Death, Storm Season, 1625, Dragon Pass, Genertela, Glorantha]<br>
[Town of Demark]<br>
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Tarek makes his pitch and shoots down one contender.<br>
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The dwarf finishes his ale, stands up and <br>
walks over. In a deep voiced and understandable <br>
but not fluent Tradetalk he says "I be <br>
interested. Names Rocky. I a hunter, have <br>
experience with Mostali militia as skirmisher. I <br>
mastered the arbalest, sling and bastard sword <br>
and do okay with a small shield. I practice some <br>
other weapons. I know Disruption, Protection and <br>
minor Heal. Having folks watch out for each other <br>
a good idea. I see better at night than you <br>
humans, can help with night watches."<br>
<br>
Observing Rocky you see that he is large for <br>
a dwarf, obviously strong with massive biceps. He <br>
has an impressive and well combed red bead. His <br>
eyes are somewhere between blue and grey. He is <br>
wearing courboulli armor over light leather. He <br>
has a bastard sword, sling and hatchet on his <br>
belt and a dagger handle sticking out of his <br>
boot. At the table he was at is a large backpack <br>
with a couple furs tied to it, small shield and an arbalest.<br>
<br>
Tarek listens and waits, actually trying to <br>
figure out the rough tradetalk. He did say <br>
interested not “inter misted” right? Tarek nods, <br>
“A hunter indeed. A not so normal job for your <br>
people...or so I hear. We may need a good <br>
tracker and healer.” He raises his hands and uses <br>
body language. “One issue. I expect you to be <br>
sober. I don't mind some ale. Granted I hear <br>
you all can drink humans under the table. But <br>
for the most part I expect a sober fighter who is <br>
clear headed. Deal? If so welcome aboard.”<br>
<br>
Some notice the arbalest a powerful <br>
weapon. They hope hes better in melee than <br>
ranged as arbalests may be used once only in a <br>
battle depending on how long they last.<br>
<br>
A rather well built man, human, with a long <br>
scare down his face on the left side, stands up <br>
after the dwarf says a few things. "Klorgar, <br>
friend of Greatest General, fight for Clan and <br>
family, wield many weapons, ride to battle. Am tracker, protector."<br>
<br>
He has an imposing Battle Axe on his side and <br>
a shield on his back. He is decently armored, <br>
with a helm sitting next to him on the table. <br>
Those that are able to tell, his muscles are not <br>
just that of fighting, but farming also. His skin <br>
is weather worn, he stands about 6' or more, hard to tell in all the armor.<br>
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Tarek nods, grunts slightly, “Klorgar, <br>
welcome. You ride? Like I say I have ...issues <br>
with animals. From my farm days. So me and mounts do not get along.”<br>
<br>
A young good looking man stands and moves <br>
forward. But from the shadows a large bulking <br>
form appears. He stands and moves abnormally <br>
fast toward Tarek. He pushes the young man away <br>
and toward the bar grunting. That's when folks <br>
realize this is a troll – Dark Men some call <br>
them. A bulking human looking man/beast that has <br>
gray mottled skin and carries a large great sword <br>
on his hip wearing chainmail. He has a large <br>
snout and tusks that grunt and huff as he moves.<br>
<br>
The Tallman behind Tarek stands and places <br>
hand on his sword. The Troll gets to Tarek and <br>
grunts, “join!” and points to himself.<br>
<br>
Trolls aren't the brainy type. Many know <br>
they are reclusive after Dragonkill. Retreating <br>
to the Shadows Dance. But some do join cults and <br>
militia or merc groups. While it is not super <br>
common trolls are found in this area in towns mostly over cities.<br>
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Tarek grabs his throat and chokes a bit, <br>
“I...I...” then he comes up with an excuse. “We <br>
will be traveling mostly at daytime. You <br>
would...not like that. I hear...they are hiring <br>
at the lumber yard. I'm sorry.”<br>
<br>
The troll grunts and snorts then pounds the <br>
table almost cracking it. “You regret!” Then with <br>
his large hand swipes the mug of ale from the <br>
table to the floor. The Tall man behind Tarek <br>
steps forward. But the troll backs away.<br>
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The Barkeep yells, “you! Leave...we don't like your kind here!”<br>
<br>
The troll ignores this and returns to his <br>
corner dark table. Looks like hes drinking from <br>
a small keg he must've obtained from the bar <br>
somehow. He sits and ignores the bar keep and <br>
drinks from the keg in large gulps.<br>
<br>
Those left seem to take this cue and <br>
leave. At least 5 leave right away not wanting <br>
to be here when a fight start. The young man the <br>
troll shoved to the bar straightens his clothes then moves to Tarek.<br>
<br>
A sturdy and handsome young man steps up as <br>
well. Dressed in leather and scale armor, covered <br>
by a somewhat worn long cloak, he carries sword <br>
and shield. He speaks a very broken Tradetalk. <br>
"He Razgor. He guard the temple Sun by pike. Good guard and fight."<br>
<br>
He has a helmet on the table and a pike <br>
leaning against the wall as well. Not the largest <br>
man in the room and there are more muscled men around clearly.<br>
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Tarek nods, “Welcome with us, Razgor. I <br>
respect those who protect the sun dome.” He nods <br>
as the tall man behind Tarek sits back down.<br>
<br>
Near the Dwarf a well dressed female seems to <br>
notice and take in the full scene with interest.<br>
<br>
She had been enjoying a good ale, relaxing <br>
after a successful trading deal for a lady's <br>
matching set of necklace, brooch & bracelet of <br>
gold set with small sapphires & topazes. There <br>
had been word on the road of a great festival for <br>
Orlanth to the north, & she had ventured as far <br>
as Demark, where she heard of a merchant bound <br>
for the festival, wanting to show off his <br>
beautiful new bride. Her jewelry set sold at a <br>
nice profit (& with welcome compliments for a new <br>
jeweler), she was ready to go home & was <br>
finishing her meal, appearing just another <br>
traveler, dressed in a dusty-blue <br>
lightly-embroidered tunic, Byrnie leather pants <br>
with greaves & vambraces, and her wide-brimmed <br>
leather hat hung on its leather strings behind <br>
her back, her boot suitable for walking or riding.<br>
<br>
Satisfied with her trade with the wool <br>
merchant, she had planned to head toward home <br>
when she saw the notice about possible work. She <br>
read the notice & almost dismissed it as not her <br>
thing (escort/guard service?) - that's for toughs, not me, she thought.<br>
<br>
But then on her way through town, she spotted <br>
the bar where the job meeting was to take place & <br>
it was time for a noon break, so she dropped in, <br>
for a bit of stew and ale. Hearing the job offer, <br>
she thought of her family - they would be <br>
harvesting the early grain soon - & she hated <br>
farmwork. She was a trader because she had an <br>
urge make pretty & useful things, & to explore <br>
new places selling her goods so why not take up <br>
this job offer? It would give her some <br>
well-needed weapons practice, perhaps. She liked <br>
to stay fighting fit; traveling on the road was <br>
much safer that way - & there was that bonus he promised to consider.<br>
<br>
She saw the dwarf she had observed earlier <br>
get up & approach the table of Veren Nor Tarek, <br>
the prospective employer, & introduce himself <br>
after the first man slunk away. She looked <br>
properly formidable & seemed sober & serious enough.<br>
<br>
She stood up from her table near a front <br>
window, dropping the proper coin on the <br>
waitress's tray as she walked over to the small group near the bar.<br>
<br>
“Greetings, sir,” she said. “I have heard <br>
your offer & am interested in seeing more of this <br>
countryside. I am Varo Mineholder, a trader from <br>
Esrolia. I, too, travel the roads & know how wise <br>
it is to travel in a group with good fighting <br>
skills. I favor the rapier & self-bow, but <br>
learned javelin and shield with my local militia <br>
duties. I have defended myself on the road & done <br>
my militia time during the years of my <br>
apprenticeship training, so have used the weapons <br>
quite extensively while growing up, if not often. <br>
I am would like to join your party, if I can be <br>
of help to you. I also know the basic Healing <br>
spell, & Detect Enemy & Traps spells & also <br>
Ignite, if a fire be needed. I, myself, believe <br>
in harmony and peace, but know a ready weapon <br>
hand makes a good statement for upholding those beliefs.<br>
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“I do have a horse, and the easy pace of foot <br>
travel may be perhaps enhanced if short side <br>
trips, like looking for potential campsites, is <br>
needed, so my bringing her along will not hurry <br>
you more than you so desire, yet might be <br>
convenient at odd moments for all of us.”<br>
<br>
“Would you be interested in my services for your traveling party?”<br>
<br>
Varo is wearing a rapier & belt knife. Her <br>
shoulder-length ash-blonde hair is tied back with <br>
a multi-color cloth headband. She carries a <br>
leather armor cap under one arm & her <br>
wide-brimmed smoky gray leather hat hangs down <br>
her back by its leather strings. [Her other gear <br>
- shield, other weapons & so forth - are with her horse in the nearby stable.]<br>
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Tarek smiles, “Welcome Varo Mineholder. <br>
Indeed I am concerned a trader can support <br>
herself in battle. But you stand confident so I <br>
accept your word. Besides a cute face among <br>
these...men.” He even glances at the dwarf. “Would be rather refreshing.”<br>
<br>
The Bar keep yells at the Troll, in a few <br>
languages, “I said leave! Don't make me call the militia!”<br>
<br>
The troll spits toward the bar's direction in response.<br>
<br>
The bar keep moves to Tarek. “Hey <br>
buddy! Want to see if these folks you just hired <br>
are worth it? Kick that...thing out of here. The <br>
less damage the better to the bar. I'll give <br>
them and you free meals and drinks. What do you say?”<br>
<br>
Tarek looks around looking for a bouncer but <br>
sees none. He sighs. He speaks out but in a <br>
lower voice. “Any...” his voice breaks up a bit <br>
worried for upsetting the troll. “Any <br>
takers?” He hopes he they heard the bar keep and <br>
understood his words. “It is optional to you however.”<br>
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GM: Actions? Comments?<br>
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Next Update...Next week...Tue/Wed<br>
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GM: A good start. You do not need to give <br>
spells in your intro. That's probably personal <br>
but up to you. If you hadn't figured it out the <br>
stuff on Varo was from Bess. Roster updated <br>
above. If no one takes the offer to kick out the <br>
troll – won't be so easy and may require injury – <br>
then the militia will arrive to deal with it so <br>
its fully up to you guys. If no takers by next <br>
week will move on. We have 2 more that may sign up.<br>
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Player map is online:<br>
<a href="http://nrgcomputers.com/RQ/mymap.png">http://nrgcomputers.com/RQ/mymap.png</a><br>
I will have on site a Legend file on the icons <br>
used. Demark is on very bottom middle on <br>
map. Destination will be top right. Keep in <br>
mind I have 0 art talent so this is my first ever <br>
map of this style. Since I was not happy with <br>
RQ's maps at all unlike PL's maps. So I did this <br>
map from scratch every hex. Keep in mind there is <br>
a issue it seems with the sea/lake blue hexes <br>
(0523, 1723 or so) On my end its fine but on <br>
other browsers its black /empty. Go figure. But <br>
it supposed to be a lake or small sea. See <br>
Legend file for details. The legend pnp flie <br>
shows the icons and the legend text file says which icon is what.<br>
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until tobies sites are updated<br>
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