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DMaster: goldmonn: I dont want a quarrel with you M'lady
DMaster: WOMEN: (raises her eye brow) I guess you are prepared to
meet Animax then?
Vulcuran: we continuing from last time
DMaster: yup
Vulcuran: I look at my men
Vulcuran: who all is with me
DMaster: You have 20-25 3rd ranked guards
DMaster: You have Rylan - the 3rd star specialist guard
DMaster: and
DMaster: you
DMaster: She has herself...
DMaster: and about 15 of the weird looking things
Vulcuran: M'Lady I don't want to fight but I need to get to Vermeer I
hope my men are standing with me
DMaster: remember to do the T: or whatever you want to do
DMaster: to signify your talking
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: Yes all your men are in fighting position.
Vulcuran: V:M'lady I don’t want to fight but I need to get to Vermeer
Vulcuran: good
DMaster: WOMAN: Well you’re not going... maybe in a casket...
Vulcuran: V: Well M'Lady I won’t be the only one in a casket then
DMaster: Her eyes turn a deep red
Vulcuran: draw my sword
DMaster: WOMAN: Then you have made your decision
DMaster: She looks as though to call the henchman to attack, she pauses
DMaster: she starts looking around....
Vulcuran: V: I guess I have then M"lady
Vulcuran: glance around myself
DMaster: She is looking towards the hills to your left (east)
Vulcuran: carefully keeping eye on woman
DMaster: The Henchman start to pull more to her east
DMaster: less towards you
Vulcuran: look to my left carefully
DMaster: 20 Dwarven warriors coming ripping down the Hills
DMaster: RYLAN: Shall we attack also?
Vulcuran: V:Yes Rylan we shall if we die we die in battle
DMaster: RYLAN: It’s on your word
Vulcuran: V: Men Charge Now!!!
DMaster: The men engage in combat... a few more henchmen show up behind
your party
DMaster: 30 on 25 on 20
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: The Henchman have the upper hand on your men.
Vulcuran: of course what else is new
DMaster: three of your men are down
Vulcuran: means we will just have to fight harder
DMaster: none of the henchman are down
DMaster: the Dwarves finally engage in combat
DMaster: rolling
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: The dwarves hit into the Henchman like a bowling ball...
ripping through them.
DMaster: one of the henchman has come towards you
DMaster: you have the initiative
Vulcuran: I am gonna swing sword toward his arm to disable his weapon.
DMaster: need a 12
DMaster: 10
DMaster: swoosh
Vulcuran: remember I have +1 swrod
Vulcuran: sword
DMaster: ok
DMaster: 11
DMaster: ummmm
DMaster: Swoosh
Vulcuran: I have flame tongue
DMaster: hehehehe
Vulcuran: like always
DMaster: he swings the reaper around
DMaster: needs 13
DMaster: 8
DMaster: woosh
Vulcuran: swing at it again
DMaster: 4 + 1
DMaster: 5
DMaster: it takes another sweep at you
Vulcuran: ugh I think dice hate me
DMaster: 15
DMaster: ARG!
Vulcuran: shit
DMaster: 9 points of damage
DMaster: to your left arm, you stagger to the left with a gash on your arm.
Vulcuran: okay
Vulcuran: swing at it again
DMaster: 17+1
DMaster: it crunches right into his right shoulder.
Vulcuran: finally I hit it wow that is amazing
DMaster: The Thing doesnt make a sound but you know you did some serious damage.
DMaster: he swings back in retaliation
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: 11
DMaster: swoosh
DMaster: you duck the sweep
Vulcuran: cool swing again
DMaster: 15
DMaster: crunch. Another hit to that side of his body you hit the first time. HE appears to be having trouble
DMaster: sounds like you are trying to shatter rock
Vulcuran: I probably am
DMaster: he backs off a bit and takes a downward swing... point down.
DMaster: 2
DMaster: sproink
DMaster: his blade is stuck in the earth, he seems anxious and can’t get the blade out with his first pull.
Vulcuran: I take a swing at the opposite side of where I have been hitting.
DMaster: get a +3 because it is trying to get out the blade
DMaster: 10+3+1
DMaster: 14
DMaster: crunch
DMaster: its left arm goes limp
Vulcuran: Finally things may go my way
DMaster: It rips the blade from the ground with his right arm and smacks you square in the nose with the blunt end
DMaster: blood squirts everywhere and you stagger back seeing stars.
Vulcuran: now I am pissed swing again
DMaster: do you attack again?
DMaster: 7+1
Vulcuran: yeah
DMaster: swoosh, the creature backed up enough to miss your blade.
Vulcuran: here we go again
DMaster: its attack is -2 because he doesn't have the use of his one arm...
DMaster: 12 - 2
DMaster: 10
Vulcuran: cool misses again
DMaster: swoosh you just barely dodge it... he rips your clothes
Vulcuran: okay swing again
DMaster: 13+1
DMaster: Crunch back into his left side
DMaster: hes wobbling
DMaster: he takes another swing... but as he is swinging...
DMaster: he falls
DMaster: suddenly
DMaster: you feel this sharp pain in your side
Vulcuran: look
DMaster: one of the other creatures swung and nailed you in the side
Vulcuran: turn to fight it
DMaster: it removes the blade from your side
DMaster: you see the battle is all but won by your men and the Dwarves.
Vulcuran: ouch
Vulcuran: good
DMaster: two dwarves and Rylan attack the creature
DMaster: that got you
Vulcuran: I gotta keep fighting
DMaster: the creature eventually succumbs to the attack
Vulcuran: good
DMaster: all that’s left standing is your men
DMaster: they now attend the injured...
DMaster: 12 of your men are standing
DMaster: 16 Dwarves
DMaster: you and Rylan
Vulcuran: okay how about the witch
DMaster: nowhere to be found
Vulcuran: V:Men let’s get out of here before witch returns
DMaster: RYLAN: I agree. We have to tend to the injured and the Dead first
DMaster: what now?
Vulcuran: V: I agree
Vulcuran: V: Lets tend to the injured and dead quickly
DMaster: the men are getting guys bandaged up.... Some of the men are dragging the dead to a pile. You see some guys
drinking liquids and rubbing ointment on wounds. The other men are talking with the Dwarves and shaking their hands and
stuff.
Vulcuran: V: Thank you all brave Dwarven Warriors, you have made Camerondale pleased and you saved our asses!
DMaster: The band of warriors, Camerondale and Thorax alike cheer.
DMaster: RYLAN: M'Lord
Vulcuran: V: Yes Rylan
DMaster: RYLAN: Sad to report... 10 dead. 6 severely injured 2 slightly wounded
Vulcuran: V: Rylan when we get home we will have to honor them
Vulcuran: V: the dead I mean
DMaster: We are ready to proceed. The Dwarves have decided to stay with us for more protection
Vulcuran: V: good we are going to need all the help we can get
Vulcuran: V: Lets be on our way then
DMaster: RYLAN: Yes m'lord
DMaster: he calls for the men to get on their horses or wagons and proceed.
DMaster: the caravan continues... alot slower than before with extra Dwarves
Vulcuran: have my wounds been taken care of
DMaster: not yet
DMaster: you’re hurting
Vulcuran: V:Rylan I need my wounds tended too
DMaster: he is at the front of the caravan... you’re in your carriage
Vulcuran: try to get someones attention that is close to me
DMaster: there are guards riding horses
DMaster: you have medical supplies in your carriage
Vulcuran: guess I can tend to myself
DMaster: you wrap the wounds tightly... you clean the blood off your face.
Vulcuran: sit back and get something to eat
DMaster: ok
DMaster: typical iron rations
Vulcuran: better than nothing
DMaster: you travel through the rest of the night without incident
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: you rest and when you wake up your side is EXTRMELY sore and painful
Vulcuran: ouch not good
Vulcuran: take a look at it
DMaster: it’s just a bad wound
Vulcuran: okay
Vulcuran: look out window see where we are
DMaster: still along a dirt road
DMaster: with Trees and a river on your left and hills/mountains to your right
Vulcuran: okay
Vulcuran: sit back and rest
Vulcuran: close my eyes and try to rest
DMaster: ok
DMaster: its mostly sunny out
DMaster: its early spring so
DMaster: its a tad cool
DMaster: You continue to travel without incident. You pass by a few villages but nothing of interest really.
Vulcuran: good weather to sleep
DMaster: Then the caravan stops
Vulcuran: okay look out
DMaster: the men are stopping to rest a bit and eat.
DMaster: tend to the horses
DMaster: etc
Vulcuran: guess I can get out and walk a bit
DMaster: your side is painful... your arm is throbbing and your eyes have
black rings around them
DMaster: RYLAN: M'Lord!!!
DMaster: Rylan runs over
DMaster: RYLAN: you did not tell me you were injured so!
Vulcuran: V: guess I didn’t think I was so badly injured. (cringing)
DMaster: Rylan calls two guards over
DMaster: and they unbandage you, plop some goo on the wounds, rebandage you...
DMaster: give you some weeds to eat and that helps subside the pain.
DMaster: makes you sleepy
Vulcuran: V: time to go back to sleep
DMaster: ok
DMaster: you climb back in your carriage
DMaster: and you fall quickly to sleep. Some of the weeds are sleeping aids.
Vulcuran: guess that is the best thing for me
DMaster: ok you wake up
DMaster: the caravan is moving pretty well... smoothly
Vulcuran: check my arm
DMaster: its sore
Vulcuran: see if I have mirror
DMaster: but better than last time
DMaster: no
Vulcuran: okay keep relaxing
DMaster: you’re hungry
Vulcuran: go eat something
DMaster: ok you eat some rations... its night
DMaster: you slept the rest of the day
Vulcuran: relax I guess
DMaster: to your left is a vast prairie with a very large lake
Vulcuran: just sit back and relax
DMaster: the one moon is reflecting off the lake
DMaster: the sky is clear and it is quite chilly
Vulcuran: gotta love the view
DMaster: Rylan rides up next to your carriage
Vulcuran: look out window
Vulcuran: V:yes Rylan
DMaster: RYLAN: M'Lord... we are going to stop and make camp... according
to the dwarves...
DMaster: we have about a half day journey left. Our party is pooped
Vulcuran: V:okay Rylan sounds good to me
DMaster: the group sets up camp.
DMaster: putting up tents
DMaster: starting fires, the area is bustling with activity and chatter.
Vulcuran: get out of wagon and sit by fire
DMaster: ok the troops seem a little discontent... after losing half
the group
Vulcuran: sit by fire and relax
DMaster: but they eat broth, rations and bread
DMaster: there is a cauldron of Broth... smells like a chicken
Vulcuran: guess I should eat a little of it myself
DMaster: you grab a bowl
DMaster: and eat it
DMaster: it’s pretty good
Vulcuran: sit back and enjoy it
DMaster: the night drags on as four guards stand on watch and the
rest of the group sleeps
Vulcuran: relax by fire and kinda keep watch in my own way
DMaster: ok
DMaster: eventually you get tired
Vulcuran: I know and fall asleep
DMaster: yeah
DMaster: you wake up at dawn and the sky is littered with some puffy clouds, and it’s kind of cold.
DMaster: the group is getting their stuff together
Vulcuran: get up and get back in wagon
DMaster: ok the caravan moves out
Vulcuran: clean my sword
Vulcuran: while in wagon
DMaster: you travel without incident until the caravan stops at the
mouth of a lake
Vulcuran: look out and see what is going on
DMaster: There are two men out in front of the group talking to RYLAN
Vulcuran: keep hand near my sword
DMaster: Rylan jumps off his horse and walks up to your carriage
Vulcuran: V:Yes Rylan what is it
DMaster: Two guards for Vermeer just stopped us
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: they have to wait for the ferry to get back here
DMaster: it should only take 30 minutes
Vulcuran: V Okay Rylan
DMaster: he walks back to the front
DMaster: you see across the river a ferry coming towards the shore you’re on
DMaster: eventually it docks
Vulcuran: sit back and continue to clean sword
DMaster: the party loads themselves on the ferry
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: and away you go
Vulcuran: cool
Vulcuran: sit back and relax
DMaster: you eventually dock
DMaster: the caravan unloads itself
Vulcuran: look and see where we are
DMaster: you see distant towns and village all over, the sun is shining bright and the temperature rises.
DMaster: you start up the caravan
Vulcuran: guess all I can do is relax until we get to our destination
DMaster: about an hour into it, you see a great castle, with a pretty big city
Vulcuran: Vermeer… we are almost there. I smile to myself
DMaster: the traffic picks up... wagons, horses... people walking watching...
a very large legion of Guards meets up with your Caravan and escorts
you through the roads of the Great city you entered.
DMaster: everyone is looking at you
DMaster: and your party...
DMaster: kinda a motley looking crew
Vulcuran: I guess we do look bad
Vulcuran: I will get clean clothes on
Vulcuran: so as to look royal
DMaster: The city has a blue hue to it, the houses and stores are made with whitish/blue stones. Nice craftsmanship, and
the roads are of white stones.
DMaster: you still have two black eyes
DMaster: your nose is swollen
Vulcuran: ugh that aint good
Vulcuran: need to find me a cleric
DMaster: you are getting close to the castle
Vulcuran: will worry about that later
Vulcuran: relax
DMaster: you get to the castle.
Vulcuran: okay wait for someone to open my door
DMaster: Just outside the entrance of the castle is a large fountain...
statues line the walls just outside the Gate
DMaster: its white brick. Guards stand all uniformed and at attention
DMaster: Rylan comes over and opens your door.
Vulcuran: climb out and look around
DMaster: you see four very well dressed well armed guards walk out of the
castle entrance.
DMaster: they surround what looks like the leader
Vulcuran: okay wait for them to approach
Vulcuran: to approach
DMaster: they approach
Vulcuran: look at the leader as they approach
Vulcuran: wow I think to myself
DMaster: LADY: Greetings weary Travelers.
DMaster: LADY: I fear you ran into some trouble.
Vulcuran: I bow to her
Vulcuran: V: Yes M'Lady we did
DMaster: She looks at you and is taken aback.
DMaster: LADY: Oh my.... I hope the other one looks worse then you.
Vulcuran: V:Sorry about my appearance M'Lady
DMaster: LADY; Please do not apologize. You are alive and that is all that matters.
DMaster: LADY: please come in and get yourself situated, we have alot to
discuss and very little time to do it in.
Vulcuran: V:Yes M'lady
DMaster: the guards steer you to the royal guest chambers.
Vulcuran: follow her and her guard
DMaster: Very well decorated.
Vulcuran: okay
DMaster: the walls are a white brick. Gold trim
Vulcuran: get my gear situated
DMaster: Red Tapastries, with a few windows with stained glass.
DMaster: A giant chandeliar on the ceiling.
DMaster: The Bed is white and gold with a canopy.
DMaster: esquisite craftsmanship and well decorated.
Vulcuran: I will wear my armor and keep my sword with me
Vulcuran: I could get use to living like this okay
DMaster: A knock on your door
Vulcuran: go answer it
DMaster: its Rylan
Vulcuran: V:Rylan come in
DMaster: he comes in
DMaster: RYLAN: M'Lord.
Vulcuran: V:Yes Rylan
DMaster: RYLAN: permission to let our group deactivate for a day to rest and relax
Vulcuran: V:Permission granted Rylan and tell the men I said job well done
DMaster: RYLAN: Very Well, thank you M'Lord
DMaster: He bows and leaves
Vulcuran: line all my clothes out
Vulcuran: clean armor etc
DMaster: another knock on the door
Vulcuran: and then try to relax
Vulcuran: carefully go see who it is
DMaster: Its one of those royal Guards
Vulcuran: V:Yes Hello
DMaster: GUARD: Sire, Dinner has been served. I will wait until you are
ready then lead you to the dining area
Vulcuran: V:Okay be right with you
Vulcuran: put on my armor and best clothes I have
DMaster: ok, it’s a pretty useless armor made for show. With a giant crest of Camerondale on the front.
It is made from Blue Steel metal and you have silver garments underneath.
Vulcuran: also take sword with me can’t be too careful
DMaster: you’re all set to go.
DMaster: GUARD: Sire, with all due respect.
Vulcuran: V:Lead the way
DMaster: GUARD: a sword at the dining hall of Vermeer is an insult. (his eyebrow raises)
Vulcuran: V: yes I know no sword okay don’t want to insult anyone.
Vulcuran: open door and lay sword on bed
DMaster: ok
Vulcuran: V:sorry force of habit as of late
DMaster: GUARD: (He nods in agreement) I can understand sire.
DMaster: he leads you down a winding hallway
DMaster: and into a grand hallway
Vulcuran: keep following
DMaster: great tapestries... golden flaked marble floor
DMaster: dark oak table with every food imaginable.
Vulcuran: looking at grand hallway
Vulcuran: smiling to myself
DMaster: Your whole party is there, sitting at another table. The great
table is only for the royalty
Vulcuran: real food for a change
Vulcuran: okay see where I am to sit
DMaster: The Guard points towards the head of the table, next to...
DMaster: Its Kathleen
Vulcuran: okay
Vulcuran: I will bow
DMaster: she nods
DMaster: a servant pulls out your seat for you
Vulcuran: V:M'lady
Vulcuran: take my seat
DMaster: WAITER #1: Would care for a light red wine?
Vulcuran: V:yes that sounds good please
DMaster: he pours a golden cup full
DMaster: A guy in bright white robe stands on a diaz on the northern Wall
Vulcuran: V:Thank You
Vulcuran: wait and see what he says
DMaster: GUY: "blah blah, bless this food Animax"
DMaster: everyone starts digging in when he finishes
Vulcuran: I will eat slowly and enjoy it
DMaster: you eat quail in dill sauce
DMaster: some weird potatoe concocktion and some rice
Vulcuran: sounds good
Vulcuran: enjoy that and my wine
DMaster: KATHLEEN: So who attacked you on the way here?
Vulcuran: V:It was a witch, most likely from the southern call.
Vulcuran: V:Her name is Mosphire I believe, she wasn’t too nice.
Vulcuran: V:she is working for warlord if I remember correctly
Vulcuran: V:she didn’t want me to reach Vermeeer M'lady
DMaster: KATHLEEN: Devon.... her fists clench
Vulcuran: V:you know this Devon
DMaster: she looks a way for a sec
DMaster: looks down at her food.
DMaster: looks back at you with sad eyes.
Vulcuran: V:M'lady did I say something wrong
DMaster: KATH: He’s my Brother
Vulcuran: V:Wow that aint good M'lady what made him turn to evil if I may ask
DMaster: KATH: My father before the "accident" appointed me the successor
DMaster: KATH: He did not like that one bit
DMaster: KATH: He was found out that he was conspiring against me and my
father and was hunted down.
DMaster: KATH: Unfortunately he escaped
DMaster: and now
Vulcuran: Vulc:I see for that I am sorry M'lady that he changed
DMaster: KATH: If it wasn’t him, it would probably be someone else.
Vulcuran: Vulc: This is true M'lady but still it has to be hard considering
he is family
DMaster: KATH: WAS family
Vulcuran: Vulc: very understandable M'Lady
Vulcuran: Vulc: I am sorry to bring up such painful stuff M'lady
DMaster: KATH: Not to worry.
DMaster: KATH: After dinner we will conveen to a private study and
discuss this treaty.
Vulcuran: Vulc:okay M'lady as you wish
Vulcuran: sit back and relax and enjoy dinner
DMaster: ok
DMaster: you finish dinner.
DMaster: your stuffed, it was one of the best meals you have ever had.
Vulcuran: smiling to myself
DMaster: She glances toward you and notices you are finished.
DMaster: KATH: Shall we?
Vulcuran: Vulc: Yes let's M'lady
DMaster: Your party is still eating and drinking. They seem to be very content.
Vulcuran: good to see and I will follow her
DMaster: you two walk down a short hallway... two guards in front
two guards in back, nothing but high security.
DMaster: the guards search the room
DMaster: then leave.
DMaster: She walks over to a cart
Vulcuran: watch her
DMaster: KATH: Care for a Golden Spirit? (brandy)
Vulcuran: Vulc:Yes M'lady that would be nice
Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You
DMaster: She pours the drink KATHLEEN: Please sit Duke, you have had a long hard journey, rest now… you are safe.
DMaster: hands you the glass
Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You M'lady *sit down *
DMaster: She sits down on a chair across from you.
Vulcuran: sit back and slowly sip drink
DMaster: what r u going to do next?
Vulcuran: Vulc: M'lady shall we get down to business and discuss the
treaty
DMaster: KATH: (sigh) yes..... (The stress of royal life washes over her beautiful face)
Vulcuran: Vulc: unless you would rather discuss that later
DMaster: KATH: We don’t have time for that
Vulcuran: Vulc:okay
DMaster: KATH: I have spoke with my advisors
DMaster: our=my
Vulcuran: Vulc:okay and what did they say M'lady
DMaster: KATH: I propose that our Kingdom lend the "fighting alliance"
5,000 men and 5,000 gold for weapons, rations, armor, etc.
DMaster: KATH: In return, when the threat is abolished
Vulcuran: sitting and listening to her
DMaster: KATH: Camerondale shall open a much bigger trading line with our
kingdom, doubling the current trading capacity.
Vulcuran: Vulc:Sounds fair enough to me M'lady
DMaster: KATH: (She stands up walks over to the table, grabs a parchment)
DMaster: Hands it to you
Vulcuran: look at it
DMaster: KATH: Read it over, it just details what we just discussed. (she takes a sip of the golden spirits)
Vulcuran: read it quickly
DMaster: KATH: we shall both sign it. Then we have to figure a way for
you to make a safe journey home
Vulcuran: Vulc:okay I want to make it home safely too but would enjoy
being in your company for a little while
DMaster: she just drinks her drink
DMaster: the document seems to be in order
Vulcuran: I sign it
DMaster: she signs it.
Vulcuran: Vulc:we are glad to have you as an ally M'lady
DMaster: KATH: AS you.
DMaster: KATH: I have my Legion leaders working on a travel plan to
help you avoid any misfortunes
Vulcuran: Vulc: Thank You M'lady it is appreciated
Vulcuran: Vulc: I can’t afford to lose anymore men
DMaster: She nods
Vulcuran: Vulc: May I have some more spirits M'lady
DMaster: KATH: Well Vulcuran
DMaster: She pours you another glass
DMaster: hands it to you
Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You M'lady
DMaster: You two have some tense, awkward moments before she stands up.
DMaster: KATH: I am retiring. We must be up early on the morn for your
departure
Vulcuran: Vulc: Pleasant dreams M'lady
Vulcuran: I am going to head to my room too
DMaster: she walks you to the door and she smiles.
DMaster: you get escorted back to your quarters by 2 guards.
Vulcuran: get dressed for bed and hit the hay after they leave me.
DMaster: ok
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