|By Shadow Librarian (Evercursed) on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 03:53 pm:|
There was, or at least appeared to be nobody there.
|By Crowley (Jodah) on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 06:12 pm:|
"Fine, if you want to be like that, we'll just be on our way. thank you, whoever you are. perhaps we should be moving. need any help, rurik? you took some nasty hits."
|By Shadow Librarian (Evercursed) on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 08:35 pm:|
The thug leader had a +2 Flaming Bastard Sword, an unusually fine weapon for a thug to hold. The rest of the thugs had +1 daggers and one of them even had a full set of plate armour. It seemed that they were being supplied with those weapons by somebody.
|By Crowley (Jodah) on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 09:43 pm:|
"I am getting royally sick of civilisation. does this sort of thing happen often, or are we just a pair of crap magnets?"
thared reaches down and picks up a dagger.
"Ill take the daggers. they might come in handy, if only for skinning kills."
|By TheDragonEngine (Trogdor) on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 10:47 pm:|
Rurik sighs,"We are dealing with the extremely warlike eleven population in this realm, were we dealing with dwarves, the land would be much better and the law much more bound by honor. Dwarves are not stupid like these elves are, allowing a demon into their midst. Hmpf! The riches I would give to be back in a rich and large cavern of the mighty Dwarven Clans....." Rurik grunts in pain as he bends down to get the sword.
|By Crowley (Jodah) on Wednesday, January 26, 2005 - 09:19 am:|
"Or back amog my pack in Shiv...with Talia"
thared's voice takes on a distant quality.
"An hunt when ever we were hungry. swimming in the ocean. fish. the smell of the forest...
Hyrun the shaman's stories around the fire, clear spring water. my sister and cousins...my mother and father."
thared shakes out of his reverie
"and there was none of this 'give us your money or we kill you' crap. well, there was the ocassional spat with the north-end pack over hunting ground. but beyond that, no problems. hardly any criminals. we never had to banish anyone, and we didnt have thugs like the one's here. the closest thing we had to those were ferals..."
|By Shadow Librarian (Evercursed) on Thursday, January 27, 2005 - 08:21 pm:|
DMC: Must keep moving, I suppose.
For two days, nothing eventful happened, though the two adventurers had felt that something was watching them at night. On the third day, they stumble upon a burning village. Several bodies of elven villagers were on the ground. Whoever the invaders were, they had been gone for quite some time.
|By TheDragonEngine (Trogdor) on Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 03:26 pm:|
Rurik shook his head. "This place has gone to hell...lets take a look around." Rurik wanders around town looking for some sort of sign of life or tracks of whoever raided the town.
OOC: Sorry, forgot to check phyrexia because I was doing things for my site. Perhaps we should move it there to help open up Phyrexia from D&D.
|By Crowley (Jodah) on Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 04:31 pm:|
Thared trys to smell smething beyond the scent of blood as he searches among the ruins. he wants to find out who did this, so he wouldnt be caught off guard if they met up with the raiders.
|By Shadow Librarian (Evercursed) on Sunday, January 30, 2005 - 07:31 pm:|
OOC: Okay then. Let's pack up and go. Our new home is here