With the legionnaire Kylar leading the way, six travellers set out from the castle. The trail is sufficiently well-worn to indicate that quite a few people have travelled this route in recent weeks, winding though rolling hills with patches of woodland. Being springtime, the flowers are just starting to appear. Sadly the weather isn't perfect. The leaden sky when they set out produced the expected slow but steady drizzle, and the wind is coming from the north, making it cold and not terribly pleasant for all concerned. [*1] Earlier, Verthes the mageguard and Jorg the mercenary had elected to remain in the castle to form a some semblance of a defense force to protect the surviving non-combatants. From snatches of conversation Dharak overheard, it appeared that the pregnant teenage girl who had been hiding in the hayloft is the actually daughter of someone very important. At what might have been noon if the sun had been visible, Kylar notices something. "I don't like the look of this", he says, "I haven't seen anything remotely like this before, but it's an evil sight. Another dark creature of theirs?". He points to a man-sized bundle lying on the ground. "Do those Kolder of yours do anything like this?". It's not a man, but an animal; a glandrin. [*2] It's been wrapped in silk, just like an insect caught by a spider. [*1][Some players may realise where your GM is actually living] [*2][About the size of a deer] [OOC - post any further pre-departure conversations to the old thread; use this one for events on the journey] -- Tim Hall, http://www.kalyr.com "It's a fine line between stupid and clever" - Spinal Tap
<< From snatches of conversation Dharak overheard, it appeared that the pregnant teenage girl who had been hiding in the hayloft is the actually daughter of someone very important. >> [Hmn, does this mean the the dim players failed to spot an interesting bit of the plot?] << Sadly the weather isn't perfect. The leaden sky when they set out produced the expected slow but steady drizzle, and the wind is coming from the north, making it cold and not terribly pleasant for all concerned. >> Jaldaric is a picture of misery in weather like this. Huddled in his thickest cloak and with his wide-brimmed hat pulled low, he tries his best to avoid the rain. Of course, this misty drizzle [1] is impossible to keep out for long, and he's not a happy bard. << "Do those Kolder of yours do anything like this?". It's not a man, but an animal; a glandrin. It's been wrapped in silk, just like an insect caught by a spider. >> Something to take his mind off his discomfort is a great relief to Jaldaric. He peers at the glandrin [I take it it /is/ dead?], then turns his head to Ryzar to hear his reply. [1 This player in particular has lived all his life in't drizzly, grey, cold but-what-the-hell-it's-home Manchester area.] -- Hugh Foster 100326,446 Internet: hugh_foster@compuserve.com http://www.gamestruth.com/Hugh/ Sat, 30 Sep 2000 13:13 Virtual Access 5.50 build 311 under Win98
On Sat, 30 Sep 2000 07:33:08 cdt, kalyr@phoenyx.net wrote: >> > << From snatches of conversation > Dharak overheard, it appeared that the pregnant teenage girl who had > been hiding in the hayloft is the actually daughter of someone very > important. >> > > [Hmn, does this mean the the dim players failed to spot an interesting bit > of the plot?] > > << Sadly the weather isn't perfect. The leaden sky when they set out > produced the expected slow but steady drizzle, and the wind is coming > from the north, making it cold and not terribly pleasant for all > concerned. >> > > Jaldaric is a picture of misery in weather like this. Huddled in his > thickest cloak and with his wide-brimmed hat pulled low, he tries his best > to avoid the rain. Of course, this misty drizzle [1] is impossible to keep > out for long, and he's not a happy bard. > > << "Do those Kolder of yours do anything like this?". > It's not a man, but an animal; a glandrin. It's been wrapped in > silk, just like an insect caught by a spider. >> > > Something to take his mind off his discomfort is a great relief to > Jaldaric. He peers at the glandrin [I take it it /is/ dead?], then turns > his head to Ryzar to hear his reply. > > > [1 This player in particular has lived all his life in't drizzly, grey, > cold but-what-the-hell-it's-home Manchester area.] > [OOC: Gee, then I guess I shouldn't mention that I live in sunny, hot, hurricane-prone Florida, huh? ^_^] [Ryzar] "What do you mean?" Ryzar asks, "Are you asking if the Kolder keep beasts that look like whatever that creature is? Or, are you asking if the Kolder have either a weapon, or some tame beast that can do what has been DONE to that thing?" Ryzar shrugs his wet studded leather clad shoulders. "Either way, I don't know. None of the tales I've heard speak of either such a creature, or such a method of attack. But, just because I may not have heard of such, does not mean that it may not be Kolderspawned...." the young Borderer answers, looking around at the dim, grey-seeming landscape around the group. _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html
[Reylorna] The apprentice remains remarkably quiet on the trip. The weather keeps her conserving her own energy by huddling under her wet robes. --Pandemonium
