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Post by PredatorX on Jun 11, 2007 9:13:09 GMT 1
After a moment's hesitation, Durran begins to walk the path down the the Guards Headquarters. He didn't know what mordbid curiosity drew him to that place, but there was something he needed to know, though he was not yet sure what that was, exactly.
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Post by marilynda on Jun 12, 2007 20:09:46 GMT 1
"Thorpe's a bit rattled. See, there was apparantly an imp involved and Thorpe is touchy when it comes to devils and the like. He asked me to pick a suitable apprentice to join this merry band and I thought of you right away. So, what say you?" Willie said."
Maddog blinked rapidly a couple of times. Of all the things he had imagined his master might want him for this was not one of them. Then when it dawned on him that he was about to go on his first mission his pulse began to race.
"Oh, well. Yes, of course if Thorpe needs someone." He tried to keep his voice nonchalant. His mind was frantically going over the things he would need to take. "How soon will the party be leaving?"
He started to leap up and rush to the door, but remembered his manners. "Excuse me then,Sir, I must..." he began then asked as an after thought "Do you have any advice for me Master Marrie?"
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Post by Veshannatax on Jun 19, 2007 0:53:53 GMT 1
Marrie shrugged.
"You *could* ask me where you need to go..."
The gnome chuckled.
"Latest I've heard is to send you past the city barracks. Apparantly the Guard captain has need of the group now that they've just come back from their first mission."
Marrie cupped his chin as he seemed to consider something.
"And be careful... Kevin was sent with the other group, and we haven't heard from them yet. Oh how I'd hate to have to explain to Thorpe if I lose any of you... oh... oh my..."
The gnome seems positively frightened for a moment, lost in thought. He then seems to snap back to the here-and-now.
"Right, right. The barracks. Bring your luck and don't do any maddog heroics. I'm sure you'll do well."
He smiles. ____________________________
The barracks being as near as they are to the Ducal keep, Durran is there in two shakes of a rabbit's tail. Even before reaching the building itself, Durran is greeted by a pair of guards leaving for a patrol.
"Steel, good to see you. We heard you've had yourself some adventure! Haha! Listen, I hear the chief wants to have a word with you. He was in the barrack last I saw him. Seems a mite miffed about something."
The pair salute as they move on and head for their patrol, obviously not having the time for more conversation.
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Post by marilynda on Jun 19, 2007 4:35:41 GMT 1
Maddog hung his head. It seemed he wasn't getting off to a very good start. He needed to focus if he was going to be any use on this mission.
Mission, he liked the sound of that word! Maddog bid his master goodbye and set out briskly walking toward the barracks. In his mind he was making a list of the things he would need for the journey. He had most everything he would need. His spell book was securely wrapped in oilcloth and tucked deep in his belt pouch. He hoped he would have time to gather a few items and bid his family farewell before they had to leave.
He passed two guards going in the opposite direction. They raised their eyebrows at each other and one of them snickered.
Maddog squared his shoulders, lifted his chin and hurried on soon arriving at the barracks where he asked for the Guard Captain.
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Post by PredatorX on Jun 19, 2007 7:28:06 GMT 1
At first, the warrior was surprised by the joy in their voice, but the little licker of hope vanished after he heard Vedan was waiting for him. Politely, he returned the guards' salute then, after taking a second to prepare himself for whatever fate may befall him in the next few minutes, he entered the barracks. Much to his dismay, he felt a very queer feeling rush over him, one he hadn't experienced in a long time and was certainly not expecting it now... he was afraid of Vedan.
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Post by Pex on Jun 19, 2007 7:38:21 GMT 1
Ricon smiles at the new presented opportunity for storytelling and for a moment forgets of his initial idea to inquire about the other party. Moving to the nearest table he pulls a chair for himself and sits down.
“I’ve just finished telling my adventure to the Duke,” he says all important, getting desired effect from some of the patrons. “I would like nothing more than to share it with my friends as well, but the report to the Duke was long, since there was too much to be told, and it let my throat a bit sore.” With a sly smile he adds “Nothing that a cup or two of the best red wouldn’t fix. And perhaps a few bites of food.”
In the next few moments, Ricon finds himself with a jug of wine on the table and a roasted chicken leg with some mashed vegetables and fresh bred in front of him (a joint effort of the most curious of the patrons). After finishing the meal and refilling his cup for the second time, he starts the tale slowly, adding even more details to the one already told.
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Post by worrypig on Jul 1, 2007 17:18:49 GMT 1
After visisting with family, Eldon feels a new sense of adventure rise in him. Seeing his family again increased his courage and dedication to his life as a Druid. Saying farewell to his family, Eldon heads off towards the Green Heart to speak with his mentor Devemar about his first expedition as a Druid.
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Post by marilynda on Jul 9, 2007 16:53:22 GMT 1
Maddog was a little daunted by the Guard Captain's reception. His astute eyes showed little welcome and certainly no encouragement. Hard for a young mage to swallow, but not something Maddog had not met before.
The Captain took down his credentials and noted that Maddog had been chosen by Marrik. That seemed to reassure him slightly, very slightly.
After telling him to return later for a briefing when everyone was present, the Captain gave him leave to return home and gather what supplies and spell books he would need.
Maddog left with a light step. He couldn't help being excited though the Captain had given him plenty of dire warnings. At home he quickly put together a pack that included spell books, rations, a warm sheepskin and water. He strapped on his short sword and tucked throwing knives into an old bandoleer one of his cousins no longer had any use for.
He was ready and at loose ends. The day might prove to be a long one, he thought. He decided he would return to the village and loiter about hoping to meet someone else in the party.
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