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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 11:51 am
Curious about the the contents of such a dusty chest, Gwark decides to further investigate the contents, doing so cautiously. (search: 14)
However, just as he finishes searching, he hears a knocking sound come from the passageway. He turns to face the passage, wary of what could be there, but delighted by the fact that, whatever it may be, the creature decided to announce its presence. He sees a tall human standing there, and greets him warmly. "And who might you be, stranger?" Suddenly realizing that he had dropped his guard, he raises his rapier directly at the man, assuming a defensive stance.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 9:37 pm
[If they're thieves, they're not very good ones.]
Gonraé quickly raises his hands in a gesture of nonviolence, and reaching into his robe, pulls out a small, well made chalkboard and a piece of chalk. Flipping the chalkboard round, there is a message written in common already on there. Looking at it, it reads; "My name is Gonraé, I am mute". He flips the board once again, after writing on it with the piece of chalk; "I mean no harm. Who are you?"
Gonraé walks closer to the fire, the light illuminating him and the board better.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:21 am
Aust kept in the corner ignoring the bag of gold and the others. He looks directly at Gonrae and pulls a dagger out just to be safe. "Mute? Or Silent?" He made the obvious inflection that he meant the language Dark Elf Silent.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:26 am
(sorry i was gone for a bit, got a new computer)
Gwark after searching the chest further finds a headband of the
stout heart and two pearls that you would guess to be worth 100 gp each.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:06 pm
Gwark shudders a bit, being still a little wet. "Well, that's good. The last thing we need is another monster trying to kill us." Gwark steps over to the chest and quickly lifts up the headband, clutching it tightly. "What do you suppose this is?" he asks generally. Shrugging to himself, he wraps the band onto his head. "Rather dashing!" he says in a perfect british accent. "What do you think?" He strikes a pose then, realizing the seriousness of the situation, slumps back to his standard standing position.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:38 pm
I chuckle to myself at Gwawk's comment but quickly return to watching for any stray beasts.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:06 am
(Out of Character thread for this game is in the Diceful guild forums)
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:18 pm
((I think you need to make a character in the OOC topic located in the Diceful section of the guild and get an okay from Demonknight, the DM, before joining.))
The silhouette of a rocky outcrop appeared in front of the half-elf's vision as lightning once again illuminated the darkened sky. Just the sight of shelter brought relief to Kae, who was drenched with rain and rather bruised from being pelted by the chunks of ice falling from the sky. Another flash of lightning and a peal of thunder caused her to pick up her pace, making her more aware that staying out in the open would eventually cause her to meet a very shocking death out here in the open. That is, if the hail didn't strike the girl down beforehand.
Reaching the entrance, Kae opened the door and quickly stepped inside, taking a quick moment to scan the area for any immediate danger. After finding nothing but several rat corpses and a fire crackling off to the side, the half-elf shut the door behind her. She exhaled and took a moment to wring out the water from her hair and check for any injuries inflicted from the storm. Somewhat satisfied that she wasn't too bruised up, Kae's attention immediately drew back to the fire before her, eyes settling on the dead rats strewn around the room. There were signs of people having been in this area.
"Hello? Uhm.....Storm Peace?" She said, taking another look around in case she had missed someone. Apparently there was no one else in this room.
Her brown eyes rested on the passageways leading from the room, taking note of the footprints on the floor. Maybe they're somewhere in there...?
Following the footprints, Kae took one of the passageways and made her way through, coming across a dead vargouille a little further in. Making a face, she sidestepped the dead creature and continued further down.
After another moment or two, Kae came across someone who's back was facing towards her. Further ahead, she could hear a few more voices.
Although she knew it was rude to interrupt a conversation, Kae cleared her throat in an attempt to catch their attention. Whoever they were, Kae hoped they weren't hostile enough to take a swing at her.
((Gack. Hello everyone and pardon the long post. ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:50 am
Sjach is forced to stop rubbing the painful swelling in his neck as this new, supposedly mute, aquaintance joins them. He squints in an effort to read the miniature chalkboard.
Hello there...Gonraé. Interesting name you've got there, why the accent on the "E?" I mean, if you can't speak you really can't give a very good impression of how to pronounce it, and it must be infuriorating when they keep butchering it.
In any case, welcome to here, wherever this is. It keeps us out of the storm at least, but we're not alone here. Perhaps you stepped over that dead bat-like creature in the other room on your way in? Or perhaps the swarm of bloodthirsty, rabid vermin? We've taken it upon ourselves to search the building out and get the jump on whatever's lurking here before it gets us in our sleep. That, unfortunately, means checking every nook and cranny, like yonder chest.
Sjach indicates the treasure chest that is being plundered by Gwark.
bah, look at him and all his filthy treasure. I'd bet just one of those pearls is worth at least as much as this flimsy bag of gold. Curses.
When I went to investigate, a got a rather nasty something in my jugular.
Sjach picks up the bloodied dart and tosses it, blunt end first, towards Gonraé so that it clatters to the ground just in front of him.
You appear unarmed my friend, does that mean that can't count on your assistance in this matter? We'd really appreciate --
Sjach is interupted by another late arrival to the group, who files in just behind Gonraé. Sjach sighs
By all the wine suitable for drinking, how do these people survive long enough in that storm to still make it here? I'd've thought there'd be no more survivors than this.
Gonraé, do you know this person?
Gonraé shakes his head no, and Sjach sighs, beconing Gonraé to please come inside so that Sjach may greet the newcomer properly. He repeats his explanation of the monolith in which they have taken shelter.
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