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The River Severn.

Posted by SwimdollFor group 0
Swimdoll
GM, 109 posts
A DM for the first time,
bear with me!
Mon 11 Oct 2004
at 00:52
  • msg #62

Re: Troll Cave....

Leaving the earthen ledge explored the band of adventurers turned away from it, satisfied that the tiny cave's only occupant was the single Scrag.  The evidence of its predation left them with a feeling of satisfaction that the troll would no longer be attacking anyone else.

   Wading back into the light of day, they found the dry bank again and returned to the campsite.  The ring of stones that Colm had created for a fire was quickly alight, helping, along with the warmth of the early summer evening to begin to dry their belongings.  Sir Pedivere in his suit of platemail was compelled to remove much of it to dry and oil it to prevent its rusting.

OODM:  I'll allow a little interaction and post again tomorrow evening and get the group underway.  Chrissa is in the know of the location of Jerimiah.
Sir Pedivere
player, 49 posts
A brash young knight
Love, honour and glory
Mon 11 Oct 2004
at 01:48
  • msg #63

Re: Troll Cave....

During the night, Pedivere, now stripped of his armour and wearing light travelling clothes seems deep in thought.  His blade rests in his lap, sheathed tightly in the intricate leather scabbard.

"Calis good friend.  We have ridden and fought hard on this day.  Perhaps a song or a tale would lighten our mood and cheer our weary bones?"
Calis
player, 43 posts
A wandering minstrel,
slight and dark haired
Mon 11 Oct 2004
at 05:26
  • msg #64

Re: Troll Cave....

Thinking about his friends words, Calis set his spear down near the place he was going to sleep. Pulling out his flute, the human tuned it a little by blowing into it before sending a few notes into the air. After a minute or two of playing, Calis's voice filled the camp around them with a song about Britian's past before the Roman's came and how the ancestors used to worship the Old Ones.


OOC: Sorry, don't know many old songs. :)
Sir Pedivere
player, 50 posts
A brash young knight
Love, honour and glory
Mon 11 Oct 2004
at 05:33
  • msg #65

Re: Troll Cave....

OOC: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida or Stairway to Heaven will be fine!  :D
Swimdoll
GM, 111 posts
A DM for the first time,
bear with me!
Tue 12 Oct 2004
at 01:44
  • msg #66

Re: Troll Cave....

The melody of the minstrel's tune is soothing and calms the party's nerves after the excitement with the river scrag.  The fire burns low as the sun disapears late in the evening.  There is ample wood to keep the fire going all night, but its light is unneeded, the band's sleep is undisturbed and restful.
   The dawn comes early, and after simple meals, provided by blessings invoked by Chrissa, the party is underway.
    The road that runs along the river is lined with trees, however on the other side of those tress, is open fields.  The grains grown upon them are quickly ripening in the mid-summer warmth.  There is the occasional hamlet, or manor house, along with the usual huts of serf farmers.  As they ride, the mountains in the distance grow closer and closer.  To the south, a circle of stones, ancient centres of worship for the old religion continues to stand.  Calis makes a brief comment about them as they ride.
    To the south-west the ruins of some castle can be seen, sitting atop a hill, commanding the countryside even now with its forboding presense.  To the West and a little north, is another circle of stones, and that is where Chrissa directs them.  Explaining their destination is beyond the top of that hill, in the wilderness and caves nearby.  Following a stream that feeds into the Severn, meadows are passed through and the occasional serfs bids them hello as they pass.
     About noon, the party comes across a very strange sight indeed.  A little grey donkey stands beside of the road, saddled and ladden with bags and packs, its reins dipping into the dust as they hang from it's bridle.  Then a voice could be heard, walking out from behind a tree came a rustic looking man, clad in leathers and wearing a brightly collared, odd looking cap.  Clutched in his hand was a stick, with a puppet head atop it.  The head was wearing a cap very similar to the man's and the two appeared to be having an arguement!
Aeron Cadwalader
player, 3 posts
A laughing fellow
with a quick wit
Tue 12 Oct 2004
at 02:52
  • msg #67

Re: Troll Cave....

Swimdoll:
the two appear to be having an arguement!


     "Listen you, I know which way we were supposed to go.  You said 'NoooOooO... it's the other way.'  And you were bleedin wrong.  Now you me and Gilbert are lost... We wont every find Mother Jilbert's secret urn of blessed crumpets now will we..."

     The medium sized man comes up short as he happens to spot the approaching party.  He smiles and a twinkle in his eye appears as his hand holding the puppet stick quickly hides the stick behind his back, the jingles of bells on the stick betraying his subterfuge.  He flourishes a bow and sweeps the brightly coloured hat from his head....

     "Good day and well met!" He trumpets. "By all that is holy you are a sight for sore eyes!  I haven't had the privilage of seeing or talking to nary a soul for a fortnight!  What brings you to this wild?  I am in search of treasure beyond earthly vice..."
Father Rys
player, 36 posts
Tue 12 Oct 2004
at 12:17
  • msg #68

Meeting the fool

Fr. Rys looks very amused at this new person's antics.

In the name of the God I greet you my good sir.
Calis
player, 44 posts
A wandering minstrel,
slight and dark haired
Tue 12 Oct 2004
at 18:13
  • msg #69

Re: Meeting the fool

Flashing a quick grin, Calis nodded at the stranger. "Merry met, Calis is my name."
Sir Pedivere
player, 53 posts
A brash young knight
Love, honour and glory
Tue 12 Oct 2004
at 23:02
  • msg #70

Re: Meeting the fool

Pedivere spurs his mighty metal clad beast forward, the massive hooves biting into the ground.  Lifting his hand in salutation, the young knight lifts the visor of his helm, revaling the youthful face beneath.

"Good day and well met, I am Pedivere, Knight of the Realm and these are my companions.  Though I hesitate to inform you of more, for these are stressful times and evil abounds.  Tell me, who might you be that you waylay us so?"  The knights eyes narrow suspiciously.

"Colm, are we alone with this knave, or are there others that mine eyes can not detect?"
Aeron Cadwalader
player, 4 posts
A laughing fellow
with a quick wit
Wed 13 Oct 2004
at 01:54
  • msg #71

Waylay??

Sir Pedivere:
Tell me, who might you be that you waylay us so?"


   The man in front of you bursts out in laughter.  It lasts for a few moments, well actually more like a minute.  He almost stops and then it bubbles back out almost uncontrollable.  He is half bent over tears streaming from his eyes, trying to catch his breath...

     "Oh sir knight you take me back.  Have I waylayed you?  I am simply taking a small break from my journey.  I went behind the tree to return to nature that which I drank the night before.  I must trust that you do not mean by waylay that I have attacked or intercepted you?" He giggles a bit at that. "And I know that by knave you must be refering to my status and not the more common meaning of the word you chose, for I cannot believe that a Knight rides around insulting strangers on the road.
     But all that is meaningless, let me introduce myself.
  He flourishes another bow and in a sort of singsong says;

I am Aeron of Wales
I purvey mirthful tales
So if your in need
Of a humorous lead
Look no furthur as I wont fails


He seems to grimace a little at the last ryhme that doesn't match perfectly, but shrugs and smiles, a small giggle escaping at the end....
Father Rys
player, 37 posts
Wed 13 Oct 2004
at 20:23
  • msg #72

Re: Waylay??

Fr. Rys stifles a chuckle at this gentleman's actions
Aeron Cadwalader
player, 5 posts
A laughing fellow
with a quick wit
Thu 14 Oct 2004
at 03:47
  • msg #73

On my way

     "But ah sir knight I do not see any reason for you to be suspicious of me.  After all I am on my own travel and you on yours.  I am sure yours is much more grand and illustrious." as he says this he pantomines brushing his hair back and shaking out his locks which makes the bells on his hat jingle making the scene pretty ridiculous.

     "I am sure you have dragons to slay or holy damsels to recover or stolin artifacts to rescue.  Me I am just an errand boy.  Me getting lost didn't help. he jerks his 'stick' back in front of his face looking straight into the small glass eyes of the sticks face he screams, NO!  That doesn't mean I admit I got us lost!  So shut your trap!  He looks up at you sheepishly again, "Don't mind me, I must be on my way or Jerimiah wont give payment as promised as I may be late.  You see my friend here gave me some bad directions. With that he taps the head of the stick against his thigh the bells twinkling in the fine clear air. A twitch by his left eye reveals slight annoyance. "So I must be on my way to the apothecary, and you must go off and deflower a dragon or something else knightly I am sure.  Fare thee well..."

     With that he jumps to the saddle of his donkey, well actually he attempts to jump to the saddle of his Donkey but somehow clears the donkey, landing nimbly between the warhorse and donkey.  He flourishes another bow and begins to lead his donkey off in a generally North-West direction...

OOC: Man give a fool time to talk and he will!
This message was last edited by the player at 03:49, Thu 14 Oct 2004.
Father Rys
player, 39 posts
Thu 14 Oct 2004
at 12:40
  • msg #74

Re: On my way

Jeremiah? How serendipitous. However, since your guide misled you, do you know how to find Jeremiah?
This message was last edited by the player at 02:02, Sat 16 Oct 2004.
Sir Pedivere
player, 54 posts
A brash young knight
Love, honour and glory
Fri 15 Oct 2004
at 01:42
  • msg #75

Re: On my way

"Good day and fare well to you too."

Pedievere waits a moment for the strange fellow to move off before turning to Chrissa.

"Doubtless, he journeys to meet the same Jeremiah as we do.  However, that being said, I see no reason for our paths to cross more than they have so far.  If you could lead us onwards dear Chrissa, we may yet manage to acheive our task before it is too late."
Father Rys
player, 40 posts
Fri 15 Oct 2004
at 18:20
  • msg #76

Re: On my way

Sir Knight, if he seeks Jeremiah the Apothecary, why not travel with him?

Chrisa, is that the direction we need to go?

Swimdoll
GM, 114 posts
A DM for the first time,
bear with me!
Fri 15 Oct 2004
at 20:57
  • msg #77

Re: On my way

Chrissa acknowledges the padre's question with a nod, looking off in the direction of the stone circle and hills and caves beyond. "Indeed it is Father.  I sensed no ill-intent in the man Sir Pedivere, but I will bow to your thoughts in this manner as you have been charged with keeping us safe."
   Chrissa turns her horse Sean north-west.   Approximating the track of the fool who just left them...
Calis
player, 45 posts
A wandering minstrel,
slight and dark haired
Fri 15 Oct 2004
at 22:28
  • msg #78

Re: On my way

Calis looked at his friend, and then at the back of the stranger, before following after Pedivere and the others.
Sir Pedivere
player, 55 posts
A brash young knight
Love, honour and glory
Sun 17 Oct 2004
at 23:27
  • msg #79

Re: On my way

Pedivere smiles slightly.  "Perhaps there is no ill intent in this man, yet I worry that agents working against us may seek to thwart our endeavor.  As such I cannot trust anyone who we find on the road, especially those that claim to seek the same man we do.  Perhaps, this 'fool' does not know where Jeremiah lives, but indeed would have us lead him to the apothecary merely to slay him."

Pedivere shifts in his saddle to look upon those that follow him.  "And yet, something still gnaws at me.  What kind of errand boy was he?  Not the kind one would normally hire.  Perhaps we should speed our way towards Jeremiah with due haste."
Swimdoll
GM, 116 posts
A DM for the first time,
bear with me!
Mon 18 Oct 2004
at 02:24
  • msg #80

Jeremiah's Cave...

  The party followed after the fool, atop his grey donkey. Roughly fashion they traced his path, keeping him in sight for sometime. He disapeared over the top druid's holy site of Caebetin Hill and was not seen after that.

   A brook lead up to the Hill to which the group aimed and its source, a spring beneath the hill, became apparent as the party grew closer.  Reaching its top, the padre, Rys remained for many minutes, examining the stones and writing notes on a sheet of parchment; carefully using his backpack as a writing tablet.  After he finished his scribbling, the party made its way down the hill's opposite side and plunged into the thick woods.
   Colm easily picked up the one called Aeron's trail.  The donkey's hoof prints were quite discernable.  If the rascal was setting the group for an ambush, he was going about it rather clumsily Chrissa commented with a gentle smile.
   The party descended into a shallow valley before rising up onto a game trail that ran along the circumference of a higher hill.  It went on for sometime before descending into another valley and up another hill.
   The group's noses detected a smell on the breeze.  The smell of food.  It smelled delicious and reminded the group they not yet eaten their mid-day meal.
   A moment later a clearing came into view.  There was a fire with a steaming pot atop it and, peering out into the trees was the fool Aeron; and a grey bearded man wearing a brown woolen gramalla and a yellow pileus cornutus...
Chrissa
player, 27 posts
Mon 18 Oct 2004
at 04:53
  • msg #81

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

Chrissa's face brightens as she sees her old mentor.  Upon seeing recognition in his eyes, she moves gently to embrace him.

"Jeremiah...  Shalom, my old mentor... and my friend..."
Aeron Cadwalader
player, 6 posts
A laughing fellow
with a quick wit
Mon 18 Oct 2004
at 11:36
  • msg #82

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

The smiling man with the jingly hat on his head sees the group and waves his hand merrily.  He looks to the wizened apothecary and sing-songs to him;

My, my Jeremiah, you know this group?
These are the ones I was telling you of...
The ones with the poderous upity up
Who acted like I was a criminal schmuck.
Oh what glee to see them so stern.
I worry for the big one though,
you know the one without a smile
He'll have a heart attack within a mile,
hopefully someday he will learn
that life is no fun for one so stern.
As Gawain learned when he dubbed Sir Fool"

Father Rys
player, 41 posts
Mon 18 Oct 2004
at 14:50
  • msg #83

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

Fr. Rys smiles again again that the fool's japes.

Greeting Jeremiah. In the name of God I greet you.
Calis
player, 46 posts
A wandering minstrel,
slight and dark haired
Mon 18 Oct 2004
at 18:27
  • msg #84

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

Nodding at Jeremiah, Calis watched the others before replying, "Well met, I am Calis friend of Sir Pedivere." He nodded at his friend as he said that.
Swimdoll
GM, 117 posts
A DM for the first time,
bear with me!
Tue 19 Oct 2004
at 17:49
  • msg #85

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

Chrissa's face brightens as she sees her old mentor.  Upon seeing recognition in his eyes, she moves gently to embrace him.

"Jeremiah...  Shalom, my old mentor... and my friend..."

  "Chrissa-Chrissa my child!  Shalom!  It is good to see you!" the old man hobbled at a good pace around the fire to embrace his student.  He chuckled receiving her warmly.  "Come, come share my cooking fire, bring your friends," he beamed, releasing her holding her arms for a moment longer before motioning them along.  He chuckled at the antics of the fool Aeron.


The smiling man with the jingly hat on his head sees the group and waves his hand merrily.  He looks to the wizened apothecary and sing-songs to him;

My, my Jeremiah, you know this group?
These are the ones I was telling you of...
The ones with the poderous upity up
Who acted like I was a criminal schmuck.
Oh what glee to see them so stern.
I worry for the big one though,
you know the one without a smile
He'll have a heart attack within a mile,
hopefully someday he will learn
that life is no fun for one so stern.
As Gawain learned when he dubbed Sir Fool"



Fr. Rys smiles again again that the fool's japes.

Greeting Jeremiah. In the name of God I greet you.

  "And I you Father," the apothecary bowed, a little more seriously.  "Please, join us.  Master Aeron and I were making stew."

Nodding at Jeremiah, Calis watched the others before replying, "Well met, I am Calis friend of Sir Pedivere." He nodded at his friend as he said that.

  "Good day to you," he replied to Calis, and "-And you Sirknight.  Please, join us for some vegetable stew." he motioned with a gesture of his arm before turning back to Chrissa.  "So tell me dear child, why have you come so far and with so many to see me?"
Calis
player, 47 posts
A wandering minstrel,
slight and dark haired
Tue 19 Oct 2004
at 18:24
  • msg #86

Re: Jeremiah's Cave...

After climbing down from his horse and stretching, Calis smiled as he inhaled the smell of the stew. When he was done loosing his muscles, he joined the others and took a bowl of stew while listening and keeping his thoughts to himself while eating.
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