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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 8, 2014 22:22:29 GMT
Yusaris waited for a moment before deciding to whip the not-so-merry band of misfits into shape. "The two LaRou will go together. The undead Drakr and the human will pair up, and the Elf and Lunarin will go together." He pushed his glasses back up his nose. "No arguments, please. If you do a good job guarding the caravan, you'll get paid. If anything is stolen, consider any monetary reward forfeit." With that, he headed back to his wagons to make sure everything was in place. Firefur glowered at them for good measure before shooing them over to the wagons.
<<And here is a space for a little character interaction before we go.>>
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 9, 2014 15:50:41 GMT
"I will hold you to that human; fair pay for fair work, and we won't have any disagreements."
Tormin takes up position to the left of the middle wagon without another word, waiting for the caravan to be ready.
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 9, 2014 16:07:11 GMT
Lylandra sighed and approached the wagon train, taking up a position near the front.
"I need my weapons back," She called to Yusaris. It was hardly an ideal situation, having to share a cart with the people she'd just brawled with... indeed her jaw was still sore from a rather hard elbow to the face... but she supposed riding a wagon was better than walking...
She turned her gaze toward the lunarin in question, stifling a chuckle as her armour still resembled something from a brothel.
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Post by brownbear96 on Jun 9, 2014 16:20:48 GMT
Ichabod stifled a sigh, he'd never taken a job like this before, but it couldn't be too difficult, could it? As another plus, he wasn't stuck with that feline bitch. He wasn't sure what he thought of the dead, reptilian thing, but he couldn't be much worse. He was bloody huge though! Plenty of claws and sharp teeth, too. Ichabod suspected he'd be doing most of the guarding.
Sighing aloud, he began making his way to his assignment, walking past the undead lizard. "Lets get this over with, so long as you don't SET ME ON FIRE, we should get along just fine."
He made sure he was loud enough on that one statement for the cat to hear.
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Post by anoroath on Jun 9, 2014 16:58:13 GMT
Chinika sighed as she heard who her assignet guard partener were. The Undead had no proved to be exactly friendly earlier, but actually surprisingly rude for how little he even said. Without introducing herself at all, she simply took up position on the right side of the middle wagon instead.
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Post by yourcomputer on Jun 9, 2014 17:01:52 GMT
"hehehe, sure thing meatbag, jus don't poison me then hehehe." he replied he turns to Ichabod's bags and remarks "looks like ye be travling light." he look back to the human "name's Draykur what 'bout ye meatbag?"
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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 9, 2014 17:32:33 GMT
Tehrane scowled at the elf, but said nothing. Damn elves. She planned on saying as little as possible to her for the trip, especially since she'd trapped her in her armour. At least she hadn't broken Whitewhisker's blade. Sniffing a bit contemptuously, she hopped onto the remaining wagon, ignoring the undead Cherrit perched atop it. Caravan guarding she could do, and do well. For a while, she toyed with the idea of trying to sign on as more than prison labour.
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Post by brownbear96 on Jun 9, 2014 18:55:47 GMT
"Poison you? Is that even possible!?" Ichabod sighed and shook his head. "Whatever, my name is Ichabod, Ichabod Draken." He might have shook Draykur's hand, but he had no desire to touch him.
Making his way to the wagon, Ichabod hopped on. He briefly thought of how he was going to recover from his massive loss of potions and poisons. He doubt he'd have time to harvest anything when he had to guard the wagon, maybe he could buy ingredients if he made any money...
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 9, 2014 19:02:41 GMT
Swallowing a greeting when she saw the Lunarin's scowl Lylandra climbed into the wagon, taking a seat across from the Lunarin. She cleverly avoided eye contact by calling out to Yusaris once more.
"We'll need our weapons back if we're to be much use as guards!" She cried having received no response the first time. She'd never used her bow an arrow while riding in a moving cart, but she doubted it would be much different... And at the very least the cart could provide cover from any enemy arrows.
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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 9, 2014 19:50:31 GMT
Yusaris had his workers hand his new guards their weapons, which Firefur had confiscated earlier. Without any pomp or ceremony, the caravan set out from Oldasil. Despite the recent tensions from the Lunarin-Northern Clans war, the road remained mostly clear. The only real event that sticks out is this; About halfway through your journey, you encountered a man, delirious and bleeding profusely. He could do little more than mumble as Yusaris tried to help him, and he died shortly afterwards.
<<This journey was long. If you guys want any character interaction to have happened on the trip, you should work it out with your trip-partner, and give me a summary.>>
At the end of the weeks-long travel, you arrive in the town of Jael'nar. As a town not situated in lands dominated by any one race, from the distance you can tell its architecture is a hodgepodge of different styles. Once you get closer, you see small, blazing piles. Arriving in the town proper, you realize they are bodies. Only a few people roam the streets, most of them glassy-eyed and wailing. The oddest thing might be that none of the buildings seem damaged at all, though some have been crudely scrawled on with red paint. Yusaris calls his caravan to a halt, coughing as he does so.
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 9, 2014 20:02:22 GMT
Tormin looks at the ruined town passively; perhaps this would be some kind of opportunity, in regards to the escort mission or otherwise. When people were dying, they had a tendency of paying any amount to be saved...
But, he was currently otherwise engaged. Unless Yusaris let him loose, he was tied to the caravan and would only act to prevent any threats to it. The town, as far as he cared, could wait.
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Post by anoroath on Jun 9, 2014 20:19:35 GMT
Chinika would ask for Yusaris' permission to search for injured/sick, as she might be able to heal them. Being a Shaman, she has fairly extensive knowledge of healing magic and not to mention, sickness. She raises her voice as she request that the caravan stay away from the village, as this disease seems to be contagious.
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Post by brownbear96 on Jun 9, 2014 20:56:40 GMT
Ichabod's nose wrinkles at the sickening sweet smell of burning flesh. He observed the people roaming the streets, they looked like the walking dead! That is to say, the unhealthy kind. "The bloody hell happened to those poor sods?" Even Ichabod felt sorry for the apparently suffering people here, but he was more curious as to what the hell was going on. Ichabod glanced at the captain, he must be familiar with the smell.
Ichabod turned to his wagon partner, now familiar enough with him to talk to without hesitating. He still didn't like having conversations, however. "Oi, have you any idea what's going on here?" Ichabod saw few things short of his worst poisons that could cause such afflictions. The burning bodies might mean one of two things, sickness, or a genocide at work. Due to the lack of apparent perpetrators for a genocide, sickness seemed likely.
Though, genocide wasn't off the list.
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Post by yourcomputer on Jun 9, 2014 22:25:35 GMT
"ye think i Know stuff like this? all i know is how to blow em up, not fix em up" he says "the houses with the paint, id stay away for them. cover ye mouth Ichabod it may spread." he grabs hold of one hand cannon and readies it "i don't like the look of this."
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 9, 2014 22:35:42 GMT
Lylandra hopped out of her wagon, drawing her bow off her back and notching an arrow as she went. The few people milling about didn't seem dangerous, but looks could so often be deceiving.
"I'm going to go check if the road's blocked." She said, turning back toward the others. "Anyone want to come with me? Maybe we can figure out what's going on."
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