This thread  will be  as the party  moves out of the city, seeing  some of the sights  thay may see..learning  abit  as they go?

 Early in the morning, one of  the  barmaids  makes her way up to the Arrow's  Floor. She  knocks on each door, a firm but  quiet voice, Awake...time  to break your fast, and ready for your Journey..."

  Down stairs  kree  and  Reedrick  have  a  map spread over the table. They are talking  about somthing, reedrick taps an area  with  a thick finger, The elf  shakes his head  and points a slender  finger  at another  spot.

  Next to the map table  is  a long  table  with pots of porriage, warm bread, butter  and  sauasges. There is even  some fish , for those who partake of seafood in the moring.

In reply to donsr (msg #2):

Having risen earlier he had long since completed his own morning routiens and drills and chose to sit outside the inn and take in the surrounds in silent contemplation. As others began to stir he reentered the building
"Good morrow Kree and Reedrick" he greeted

   Well met, Good Justin. We  were having a debate , about where a good place to find furballs  would be...Reedrick things  the plains, let them come to us...My thoughts  are to travel the North Bank of the River...on the opposite side of  the  Bowshot Ferry...there  are more then enough goblins there..and Cat folk Love goblin meat...

  The  dwarf  chuckles, Aye, but  they don't like the meat enough ta go into the swamps, on this here side of the river...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #4):

"Will we be looking to get aid from the Lynxfolk first or after we have something to sweeten any proposal" he asked wondering how easily they could entice these Lynx types or even find them

  Kree shrugs,..Lynx..are valuable  allies..but one  must remember, they make thier  living as thieves  and assassins..there are as many of them working for  HArte  and her allies, as that work for Ironmound  and hers...

    we shall see what transpires , whe we get to the gates...see what bounties or tasks  are offered. It  may be, that we  wil be able to cover to areas, with the same patch of cloth.."

In reply to donsr (msg #6):

Justin paused rubbing his chin and wondering why Kree didn't suggest this when he made the proposal to find the Lynx's. "On the way to the gate would it be possible to get the lowdown on any of the buildings you'd think we should know about." he asked the Elf and Dwarf

  Reedrick nods,  there's gonna be  some places we can point out..the better building  and such , yuou'll have  ta see when ya come back..but  you get the feel of this  part of the  river side  though.

Rolf follows along, his mouth shut and his eyes and ears open.  He still seems rather intense on the topic of slaying the catfolk.  Also, he looks like the idea of leaving the town is a happy one, by far a fellow who seems more at home in the wilds then among the relative ease and comfort of the town, any town.

OOC:  Sorry, I rarely post on RPOL on weekends.

  The group  finishes thier morning meal, and all head up the  docks, West, towards the  Main river  gate, and the  Westard city gate. Looking across the river they can see   the rise of  "the Mound"  Ironmound was named for...not  far from there..the walls  and towers of the Emperor's  Palace.  The rgeat rivers is Busy, smaller fishing boats  ply the water..a few merchant vessels  are warping out of the docks  with help from Longboats.

  The  Navel Ship Yard seems to be nearing the Launch of a three Masted warship, there is also  two smller  ships in docks being worked  on..reedrick points out  that those are prize vessels  taken in battles with  eitehr  Pirates or  Red Isles folks...In the Middle  of the  river, now  and again as  swirl can be seen, and  the jagged  ridges of  some serpantine creture.

  Those be the  River Serpants..nasty beasties..none  knows how  big they get...out side the  City? there is rumored to be beasties Bigger then some of them warships...

When the knock sounds at the door, Merik finishes his morning prayers and head the the bath to splash some water on his face. He hastily does thus and heads back to his room. Sorting his gears, he dawns his armor and repacks his pack. His gear on he heads down to eat.

When the group sets out he is quiet, Listening to Reedrick trying to take in all the man says.



ooc. Sorry computer rebuild, back and ready

  The  walk west, up the  docks until the  docks  end  an a small path leads to a street a few  yards  away. The group notices   several other  Inns  as  they walk up the  docks, some  to the East of  "the Plank" the one they past to the  west is called " Dockside Rest" it sits on the other  side of the small street Wave  St. ,Inn St is  to the east of The Plank, where  "the Bronze  Goblet"  sits ... Music  and  rough singing   can be heard, even at this time in the morning. Looking  towards the River they see  a number of  Ironmound Regulars  armed  with Heavy Crossbows. An Elf  with  a Longbow, wearing the same uniforem stands  near the  path, his  bow nocked  as his eyes  scan the bank...on the bank are several halflings   with chins  about thier ankles hefting  huge stones  to place onto the bank. other  have  sledges that that smack down onto the snones to set them firmly in place.

 One  of the Halfling  Look up and shout  something at the group, questioning everything  from thier  birth, to thier manhood, to thier choice in lovers...One of  the  troopers  walks over to him, smacking him hard on the  back with the  butt of his crossbow, the HAlfling  falls, the elf's  Bow  and  the  other troopers  crossbows come up in unison...the  rest of the priosners  go back to work  while the  loudmouthed hlafling  tries to shake off the pain. reedrick shakes his head,should just be usin' them  for serpant bait!

  a small sign on the street  that they now  walk up says  Ware St.  the past a  shop called   " Ships  Ahoy" that  appears to deal in items  for  use of  fishing   and pleaseure vessels..below, on the bank are many colored  rowboats and skifts that seem to be for  rent....another shop, Call ed " Furs "  is on the  south side of the street. There a re three North Men unloading  pelts  from a back of a two wheeled, horsedrawn cart...some might notice, there are pelts  form Cat folk there.... As  the near the Bigger Avenue, there is a shop  called " LAmps  and LAnterns" to the  north side of  the street are many  fine looking houses with  iron  or  wood fences and  some clumps of trees that  streets encircle..finally  at the  end, that meets  the Huge  cobbled  Aveneue is an Inn on the  corner called  "merchants  Rest"..the  Huge  avenue is called  North west ( or north east depending on what side of the drawbridge you are on) Way..here there  are dozens upon dozens  of  folks walking ,riding, ot gathered  about  talking...wagons  , carts and Buggys  go by, horse soldiers..adventure  folk on horses and nobles ride up  and down the  Avenue ..Good..its not  crowded  yet... the  elf  says, The dwarf nods  as he shoulders   through  some Adventure  folk who where gold armbands  with a red star on them...they part  ways when they see the  Dwarf, and deciede they have other places  to be..........

  There is  a whistle, Kree and the DWarf  both  turn, thier hands moving to thier  weapons, until they see Fetcher  approach  with  another stranger.  Kree looks at theb others,well?  seems we might have  another companion....

Merik take in the sites, paying mind to stuff he might find useful. When he hears the whistle his hand finds his flail's handle and is left in place, but his grip upon it is secure. Seeing Fetcher approach he gives the man a nod, but his body stays stiff.

In reply to donsr (msg #13):

Gerrad pauses as Fetcher stops talking. He looks at the assembled group, noticing the wary stance of Merik.
Well met, I take it that you too have been offering your services to this here Fetcher? I am Gerrad.

Gerrad gives a sprightly smile, rakes back his shaggy hair and offers his hand to shake.

"Yon redbands dot appear not to desirous of remaining within Thy persence or hearing" he prompts the Dwarf hoping for snippet of information about them. Just as a whistle from the east pieces the dull rumble Justin notes both elves and dwarves change and alertness. Absently allowing his hand to drop to rest on his sword pummel, he turns towards its origin. Noticing Fletcher and another man weaving their way towards the group.

"Greetings and well met Gerrad, I'm Justin" he responds taking the offered hand and giving it a hearty shake
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    Well Met Gerrand..I See , Good Fetcher  has spoke to you. Well , Unless you have other Buisness  in this  city, Follow us, I will explain our Company, and You may choose  whether you wish to travel with us  any further...or nay...

  Fetcher  Grins  and  Pats  Gerrand on the shoulder  as he  holds  out a had to Reedrick. The Dwarf  Grumbles  a bit  as he  opens  a purse  and  passes  a few silver to the Man, Who then Bows  and heads back to the docks...

  The Elf  Points to the  Dwarf,   This  fellow is  Reedrick Orebender..I am Kree Quickshadow..at present, we are In charge  of The  Crimson Arrows... , motioning  with his free arm to the others he adds,  This  Good  fellows  have just joined us  as well..I will allow them to make thier own Introductions...we are  about  to go out and seek Cat-folk..they seem to be on the Hunt...there is  a boubnty on thier  heads...Before  we go..we are going to check the  Boarrds  at the  Main Gate..Now...Good Gerrand...Tell me  what skills you possess...and  ask me what you will about our company..."

  Kree turns towards in the direction of the gates as he  lwaits  for Gerrand's  response.............

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #17):

Shaking hands, Gerrad looks across the group. Not in a manner as though sizing them up, but rather to assess who he is with.

Skills? I have many. I grew up on a farm, so I know something of the land and the seasons. But mainly I am a travelling performer by trade.

Gerrad Bows and with that flips back to a handstand, and further finally to his feet again. Perhaps I can be of use, springing traps on these 'cat-folk', or maybe there are greater foes for us to catch? Scanning the group, Gerrad looks at the assembly. So, what are you all doing here? Is this all for fun or profit?

In reply to Gerrad (msg #18):

'I'd say some think profit is fun, besides most types of fun is profitable' Justin muses... "Devout Service, and Duty, goodfellow Gerrad" he informs

  well then, I  will inform you of this. It is  wise to join a  company. whether it  be ours  or  some other..it helps  keep you out  of the arena. should  things go work and  the  Watch,  or the Troopers  find you..second of all..we work  for  profit, But  we sometimes  do some  freelance exterminations...mostly Slavers  and Bandits...pirates  and the like...we..

  He  eyes  look to the  others  who have  already heard  this,..we do not  take mercy on our foes...the motto..if you will..is to  Leave No  Live  Enemies Behind you...We have our share  of rivals  out there...and those who wish to bring the City down, or pillage the smaller allied towns...show no mercy, whether they take folks  captive...or take folk's  lives...Now?   We  are Getting near the GAtes....do you wish to be  a part of the Team ..or  any...I need to know, So that Good Reedrick  can add your name  to the Charter...

  Turning to  his comrade he explains,  Them Red Stars...they make some  coin, right enough..but they have no backbone. Mostly, they sniff around the other Companies and if there is   a problem, they come help and try to  take credit  for the victories..They tried  that once  with us..all of Kree's boys  were there at the time...ain't  as many Red Stars now...as there was  before that...  The dwarf  Grins.

  He begins  to unroll the charter as he Looks to Gerrand to  see his answer.....

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #20):

Gerrad takes a peek at the charter Reedrick is holding Aye, I'm in. The name you want is Gerrad Ljubomir. Scratching his beard he continues, I've got some skills you can use. Like you say, 'tis better to stay out of the Arena. Just don't ask me to sign in blood. Least not my own.

  The  dwarf reaches  inside his tunic  and pulls out  a small box, he opens it  and Give Gerrand a small ruby arrow,..Ya  wear this  where folks  can see it...sometimes  that';s good..sometimes that's bad..but ya gotta take both sides of the coin here... As they Near th Drawbridge. there is  a big pile up waiting  for the  huge  stone arch to settle  back into place, after one of the  Larger ships sail into  port.

In reply to Reedrick Orebender (msg #23):

Gerrad takes the little red trinket and holds it up to the light, he turns it in his fingers whilst admiring the quality of the emblem. Finally, Gerrad fixes the ruby arrow to his tunic. The splash of red is in stark contrast to the muddied brown of the weave on which it sits.  Looking up, Gerrad gestures forward. Who be the head of this band, who wishes to lead us forth?

The lanky warrior before looks somewhat ill at ease, obviously uncomfortable in the urban surroundings.  His studded leather armor is well crafted, but shows obvious use and he carries little, aside from a larch bastard sword and the stave of a long bow on his back, a smallish axe at his hip and a dagger strapped to his thigh.  A crude iron arrowhead is worn about his neck like a pendant, blunted and bent.

His gray eyes look at the newcomer for a long moment.  Finally, the head nods and a rough voice speaks up.  "Rolf Liefsen." he says by way of introduction, shaking his head in response to the question about who shall lead.

In reply to Gerrad (msg #24):

Instinctivley Justin's head turns towards Kree. 'Gerrand's a tumbler and setter of traps, methinks a travelling bard or forestor' he mused to himself

 The  Dwarf nods  to Kree,  ..In this here  City, He runs  the unit..back at the Village, the Elders do...Once we get you folks a regular sized unit...ya gonna  havta pick some one  to be your leader, as Kree will havta  wait  for the next bunch that joins up...course..folks die  all the tinme, so who knows...The Mageling  changed his mind right quick..

"I'm Merik, a devout of Thrall" He reply's and takes the mans hand next. "I don't feel a dagger up there but I peg you as less an entertainer then you let on. This however I have no issue with." with a smile he releases the mans hand.

 The  Bell rings  as the  stone arch settled into place  and  the Group walked south, over the Bridge. Those  who dared go near the  2 foot high stone wall could see the  water sparkling in the moring  sun...they could aslo see some strange swirls in the  water a time, and some large shadows gliding for a second  or so, before the vanished again.

  They Pass The Western Gate Barraicks, some troops  where  well inside the compound, drilling and  Practicing...the there   were more Inns  about and some shops, the Crowds where thicker here  as folks  lIned up to get in and Out of the City through  one of the Two  Main Gates, Turning  aropund  and Looking  east, they could  see the  Huge  Avenue that Lead to the  Palace...walls surrounded the Palace  as did  a moat...from where they stood they could see formations  of Horse soldiers  patroling the  street, or rising  aboit  the Huge  Building...Just behind the PAlce.. but  near the Eastern end  of the City, they could  see  "The Mound" Ironmound  was named for..a few dots on the mound spoke of Tunnels, an a few buildings  where nestled on the Mound  as well.

    Kree Poitned to the Boards  as he went to the Window of the Guard shed that stood  Right next to in...Reedrick looked over the papers, shaking his head  as he read some,..Here's one...Merchant's  daughter missing...one tenday...100 Gold  coins  offered  for information...500  for her body...1000 if brought  back safe!

  There  was  an Young guard in the shed  as Kree presented  the charter  for stamping  with the Upgraded  names,..Take  that one off..he is no longer  with us...

  The  Young Guard  sneered at Kree  and looked  out the window towards the others,..so? You folks are  the next victems huh? You'd be wise to follow  thsi other fellow out((..he  struck Tritsn's name  from the list))..maybe ya  all will libve  another  tenday!

  THAT!...Will be enough Corpral... a sergent with a greying beard and a scar across his left cheek smiled  somewhat at Kree.,,,Going  out  to  Kill?  Or  be Killed?  he offered his  hand to Kree who took it  with a chuckle,we never go  out to be killed Myron... These  are New Arrows, we are going out to earn some coin, and killoff  some Cat folk..since you have  all your..um..'best' warriors  stuck behind nice  safe windows...

  The Corpral was  about to say something  when the  Sergant glared  at him..handing the paper back to Kree. he  slammed the  window  down.

 The Sergent nodded to Kree and took a step over to the Group...well met... and his eyes  judge  each person ne nods to the Thrall follower and adds,..This one  will either get you killed...or  get you rich...most times...you get a little of  both..

  He rgins  as he  slaps Kree's  shoulder adding to the Group,..fair  luck to yuou all..Eta watch over you all..and Thrall aid  the strike  of your weapons!

"May Eta's blessing be with Thee Master Guardsmam, and all within this Post" Justin replied before following Kree out of the city.

 There  were wagons, carts and groups  of  folks  waiting to be  left into the City. There were trios of Guardsmen who checked charters, looking  under wagons  and such... There was a man in ragged clothing  kneeling in the dirt, his hands behind his head., he  wore a red Bandana and he eys those around him with some hatered.

 Reedrick waves  to them  before  re-entering the City, he shrugs off the arm of a young  guard  and begins to spout profanites at him, before  the other guards step  back and  allow him back in without any more  trouble.

  Kree Points to a distant dot about 2 miles away of So, That is Bowshot...we shall go there  and spend the night, in the morning we will head there... he swings his  arm to the right ( north) where the Glistening  wide river  moves..another  dot is there, some  small ships  and some barges are there, That is the Bowshot Ferry..that will take  us to the Grasslands  where  we  will have   a much better chance on  hunting Catfolk...any  Cat folk on this side of the  River  will be  further South of us....andcloser to the  BlackTimber Forest..where my Village lies.

Justin takes in these details and nods, at the first opportunity he feels that the group won't be overheard he will ask Reedrick if he got the Mercants details, hoping they were within a Stonesthrow of the Bowshot Fery.

  Reedrick  had handed Kree the psot  from the board. Thus claiming  the  Bounty for the Arrows (  and stopping others  from reading it))

In reply to donsr (msg #33):
"So Reedrick who was that Bandanaed fellon..."
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  Kree Waves  back at Reedrick  as the Dwarf  re-enters the  City, Kree picks up the answer to the question,..could be  any thing..I wanted  crimminal...to say that is to say..someone who did  som,ething outside the law, who does not belong to a respected Company...I am going to say he is a River Pirate..just by his look...hard to tell really...

Merik follows long, taking in the sites, and making mental notes about everything he sees.

 Moving  down the  road the small group passes  riders and carts, now  and again  a band  of  adventure folk, some look worse off then others...some  carry bags or  pull makeshift litters  with bodies  or booty tied to them...about Have  ignore or step away from the   party, the others  greet them  with a  wave..more then a few  folks give them the Mercenaries Guild's  salute.

  The Sun  is about 4 hours  away from the tops  of the  Huge  tree lines to  the south. with luck, we should  reach  the Village of Bowshot and hour  or  so after  sundown.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #37):

"Capital, T'will serve to cover our presence unwanted eyes consider our arrival of note." he remarked leadingly  "Goodfellow Kree ist yon road always so busy"
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Rolf waits for an answer to Justin's question, finding the vast number of people about vaguely annoying.  He would feel more at ease once they left the city and got out into the wilderness.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #37):

Looking at the bodies, not quite able to tell if they are human or otherwise. The extent of the injuries suggest a bloody and harrowing exchange. The viciousness of which Gerrad is not accustomed to.

Gerrad turns to Kree: Who, or what are those?! Are they unfortunate recruits or simply the quarry we and others are expected to encounter?

Gerrad's face hardens a little as the caravan of death passes the party. Somewhere in his heart there has been a shift. This is a path in life that will draw Gerrad to use more than simple parlour tricks and acrobatics. His head lowers in thought as they continue on their journey.
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  Kree nods,  This  time  of  year, and  for the rest of  the spring, summer  and fall..there will be merchants, famrers  and travelers  about...in the winter  will be  those  who  bring in speiacl goods, folks traveling to see family for Holidays...but..there  will always be those like  us...who go out  to earn coin with thier  wits  and weapons...

  The  elf  turns  a bit  as if he did not notice the  bodies before,..All those who passed us  were either Mercenaries, Companies, or  even  some  bravos who sat  at  an Inn one night, and deciede to be heroes after    afew Bard's  songs and many flaggons  of  ale..Those bodies on the Litters  are either  Comarades  they hpe to bring back...or perhaps bounties that have been collected...there is  a good  bet, we will look like that, next we head towards  Ironmound...

  Soon,  a bunch of  horsemen  come riding hard towards  the City, 4 ironmound  troopers, they all bear wounds  and bandages, there  are two  riderless horses with them as well...THe  leader Reigns his horse in, not  far from the  and dismounts. A sergent, by his  look, his left leg is  a bit limp,  You..You men are Crimmson Arrows..aye? A painted  elf gave me this, to see if i might bring it to  The arrows in The Mound.  Kree  takes it   and opens it. He  reads it  for  a moment  and shakes his head, a dark smile on his face. He  reaches inside his tunic, pulls out  a small Purse and tosses it to the  sargent, Thank you..this is from  my brother-in-blood..might i ask you how  you came by your wounds?

  The Sergent  frowns  at the purse  and makes to hand it back as  he answers,...we  ran afould  with River  pirates that had  a camp set up down this  side of the river..we thought them to be woodsmen, until we saw thier boats  hidden in the overhanging trees...I am thinking they attack at night, then make thier  way to the swamps, or head  to Olant...

  Kree nods,  Thank you..and keep the coin..take your men to  The Walk The Plank...There wil be a dwarf there..Reedrick, by name..tell him  all you have told  me..and you and  your  fellows  enjoy the food and drink..."

  The sergents nods with  a smile  and mounts up, the  men ride  hard towards  the City as Kree  says to the others,  Tental.  One of My brothers has found  a nest of  catfolk...he had heard  from Reedrcik we were on the way...who wants toharvest some cats?

"Indeed it be apart of such path we have entered; anst we shall benefit from learning to work together with our companions in arms. Besides One doth see the hand of Eta in yon missive"

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #41):

Gerrads eyes narrow. River pirates, aye? This could be our call to arms unless there are more pressing matters...

"I'm here to take the fight to the catfolk.  I'm in." Rolf says simply, still looking about and still wishing they'd get out of the city and into the countryside.

In reply to Rolf Liefsen (msg #44):

Gerrad looks across at Rolf and gestures back toward Ironmound.

You look like a man more comfortable away from these 'busier' areas. Am I right?

Gerrad considers his options as far work is concerned feeling he is probably better suited to hunting out pirates than wildlife.

Wherever we end up, it will be out of this hole I am hopeful.

Gerrad falls silent,looking back toward the docks every so often and then forward.

  Pointing to the evergrowing Dot  of Bowshot, Kree  says,  If we seek to aid Tental against the Catfolk, we  will need to head towards   the Black Timber and  My  Village...if we wish to seek out the Pirates, we  must  go to the shores of the Storm, and work our  way down...we  will decided once  we reach bowshot, and  we can equipt  ourselevs accordingly.

  There is   about  an hour  where  no traffic  passes them. But off  the Road is  a  small Tent set up...an older fellow dressed in plate is working  with some younger folks with blades  and shields..a fellow who might be  a squire works  on  some  weapons..a sigh posted in the ground  says "...Sir Matten of Harte..Blades lessons..and Blade  for hire."

In reply to Gerrad (msg #45):

"Aye." Rolf nods in response to Gerrad's question, or possibly to his following statement, or perhaps both.  Rolf seems to be a taciturn man of temperate disposition.

Justin walked alongside the others musing as he went "Be there a way to get to Tental by boat" he enquired as they approached Sir Matten of Harte and the youths.
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  To get  to the Viollage, we  will have to use the river  ferry to the  South  of Bowshot, then travel  trough some of the plains  as  we approach the Black Timber  Forest...to go the  the pirate camp..or  at least were it  was...we needs go north and  follow the  bank on our  side of the river  to the west...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #49):

Justain rubbed his chin considering at the elves reply "Doth Thee think it be quicker if we deal with yon Pirates, thus seizing their vessel and heading unto Tental or going directly to his aid?"

  The  elf  thinks  a bit  as he says,should  we  capture one of thier vessels, would  could  sail uip Tou River . The  City of  Tou and Lake  Tou are  surrounded  by the arms  of the Black Timber...but,,by that time, he may not need us any longer. If  we go to Tental..the Pirates  may move on , unless they have  found a good hunting spot, and do not  fear troopers...As for Tental? he grins  a bit,..I am thinking, his call for aid, is more for sport  then need...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #51):

Justin grins "One doth seek the council of each as to to which proves the greater threat, a highly mobile group [the pirates] or one that is generally located in a given area [the kitties]..."

  well , my friends? You talk  amoungst yourselves...we have this  night in Bowshot to make up our  minds...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #53):

"One hath a preference for dealing with yon Pirates first, ast they be closer. Such endeavours doth aid both the Red Arrows, by way of reputation, andst the Kingdom by assisting the Army and Navy to reduce the Pirates capabilities" he grins.
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In reply to Justin (msg #54):

Gerrad nods, pondering aloud.

I agree, if nothing else it may allow us to secure a vessel for later use. And of course, our reputation. Is there a way to scout the river bank from the ferry?

    with a shake of his  head, Kree says,Nay..the ferry is  pulled  across with sweeps, a large rope is attached to help pull it  back..Thus..if a larger ship sials up, they can stop the ferry so the Larger ship does not have to wait.. At best, we  might  be  able to see  down river, as  far  as the eye can see..but I must assume  the  Pirates  would  not  be within sight of the ferry, or its operators."

"If it's pirates we're after, then we need to get on board a boat and when they attack, we can put them down."  It obvious that attacking pirates, if they aren't of the cat folk, holds about as much interest for Rolf as building a reputation.  As long as they kept their distance, Rolf didn't care what the locals thought of him.

    Kree shrugs  as they contimue on,..The  troopers  we saw where on horse back...the  camp  was on the banks  of  the river. That...is not  to say..they will still be there....

"That's the issue with Pirates ain't it. They move, attack and move again. If you go where they where then you you only find what they've done. If you go where they strike next, then you get to catch them in the act. If Anyone knows where they might go next I'll happily help, If not, I am sure the Catfolk will be easier to find." Merik adds to the conversation, his features seem calm and relaxed, his voice has just a hint of humor to it.

"Aye water bound are sure to be on their way by now. Less they be ashore to make repairs. Goodfellow Kreen how much time wouldst Thee assume it hast taken to for the horsemen to spread word. Anst how long wouldst it take us to reach the area."

  Kree shook his head  once more,don't  think they spread the  word. they were  on patrol and got  waxed. Tental's  people must of either helped them out, or  ran into them shortly after, that would explain the note....It would depend  how  cocky they are..but the Swamps   are full of  Pirates  and  orcs  and such...and  Olant is not  far  down river  from the swamps...."

"Doth Thee thinkest, a chance at clearing out a nest of vipers. Anst gaining a ship in the bargain. Twould be ideal to apply a coin of decision. Praise Eta" Rasing a coin from a pouch he holds it out for all to see.. "Who shall call"
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  Kree smiles, Perhaps, It is you who should call it. Thpugh  I follow the  Lady, and her sister...You serve her...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #63):

Gerrad watches on, waiting in anticipation.

"Crest to the Kitties, Bust to the Brigands then. Praise Eta for Thy guidance..." Flicking the coin into the air. He intently watches it spin and fall, catching it waist height and slapping it onto the back of his other gauntlets with a clank, removing his hand to reveal... Crest

07:24, Today: Justin rolled 1 using 1d2. Which Way to go.
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With a laugh Merik adds <Blue>"Sometimes luck gives the best options. On a battlefield, I'd rather be lucky and unskilled then skilled and unlucky."</Blue> He watches the coin flip in the air wondering what ways its going to fall.

(( according to the  New house rule..1 is crest..that means  Kitties))

In reply to donsr (msg #67):

Justin stares blankly at the coin then looks up "Best out of three" he prompts with a half grin.

 Kree chuckles,  aye, you copuld  do that..either   direction  waits  until moring  though..and we must press hard to reach Bowshot  before  night fall...but you must  ask yourself, will the Ladies of Luck  approve  of your best two out of three...or  wil they think you refuse their  first offering?

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #69):

Aye There be the truth of the matter of such; One doth not wish to annoy Eta with such presumption he responds with another grin Shall be hustle then

  the  sun begins  to work its  way behind  the  trees of  the Black Timber, some miles away. The  Village of  Bowshot is easier to see now, even in the fading  light.

  There is  a Palisade  around the town, the  main Gates  stand open with a squad  of troopers milling  about . On the parapits  are archers and  in the  Towers are mounted heavy Crossbows. Each tower has a person  peering   about  with a Seaman's Telescope.

  A Ring of  Large posts stand around  the  walls, a good 30 yards  out. a group  of  people are Lighting Brazers that sit  atop these posts  eluminating the area  around  the town. Though they are a good 500 yards   or better away...the group can hear a shout  and several of  the Gate  guards  ready themsleves  for  the Group's  approach. A small wagon  has  come  from the North and stopped at the  gate, while the guards speak with the  driver, and two more guards inspect the wagon..............

As the group heads towards the forrification Justin glances about taking in the area Goodfellow Kere doth Thee advise passing the alert about yon pirates to the watch

  The  elf  nods  as they close in on the Town, the  darkness growing  as  the sun is  swallowed  by the  Black Timber,..I will mention it..indeed. I must assume  though, that the Riders  came  by this station..unless they  rode directly  through the  hill and grasses to save time...but..they met us on the road...it is hard to tell...That Young offiver  was not known to me..so i know little of his tactics...but  we will..indeed, mention it..perhaps  they will alert the Ferry Master so they might be put on alert..

  as he  says this  he looks Northward. the ferry is  lit up as well, some two miles  away, but  a bright spot int eh growing darkness.

  reaching  the Gates, the guards  eyes them  with  professional interest. When Kree steps into the  brighter lights  by the gates, he reaches into his tunic  for his cpoy of the charter, the  Guards  shakes his  head,  Enter Good elf, we know your  ensignia...

  The  elf nods,   Rider spoke   of  pirates  on this  side of  the river, some way  to the  west of the ferry?"

  The guiards look at each other  the leader shrugs,   no riders came here..they must have moved strightaway to the City...Have  a good  evenng in Bowshot....


  Wth a  wave of his hand to the others, Kree moves  through the gates,  Thionk on what you might need to fight the Cat folk..this  is the last town, we will be in, unless we travel  further southward and  follow the Tou River..to the Town of  Tou...

Perchance securing somethings which employ scent to aid tracking, What thinkest Thee a guard ferret/dog or three. Mayhap such acquisitions be of aid during each nightwatch.

[We goud look at getting a dogs to help track the Kitties. They could also help during the night watch]
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 Looking  towards  the south of  the  town he  points,  The Market place is there...I am not  sure what the chances  of such  creatures  could be had, but one never knows what the latest Caravan  brings in...if you wouldlike  , we can take alook before trying to find a room, there is only  a Few Inns in this town.

"I know of nothing else I need to hunt catfolk.  A dog or two might be of aid, if they are trained well."  Rolf leaves it unsaid that he would have doubts as to the training of any dog he did not train himself.

[apologies all have been forgetting to include my translations]

Aye such be worth noubt lest yon be adept at such...
[True, Trained dogs would be worth having
pausing he cocks his head towards Rolf Goodfellow Liefsen be Thee adept at such an endeavour ast training such
[Rolf can you train dogs]
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Rolf looks at Justin for a long moment, puzzling out the mans words though he puts a stoic face on it.  "When I'm of a mind, though it takes a fair bit of time to do the job right."

What say Thee, be such worth Thy effort, alternately there be such ast are trained [So do you think it would be worth the cost and effort, Alternately we may find some trained tracker/guard dogs]

Rolf shrugs, "I could spend three moons or more at it, and what with care and feeding...  No, given what I know now, I'd say it's not worth taking the time.  I'm a fair tracker, hopefully I can ferret out where the bastards are hiding."  It's unclear if bastard is a reference to pirates, or to catfolk.

Aye t'woud appear so, best keep to peremiter cord, and beast traps then

 Looking at the lamp  Lighters  within the palasides, Kre figures  they have a bit of time before needing to find  an Inn.  They make thier  way to  the MArket place, that is...indeed...busy considering  the time of  night...very few of  the towns  close thier markets  at  night..with travelers  and such coming in, there is always  coin to be made....

Justin looks over the mismatch of stalls, plying their wears and criers vying for patronage. Looking for the cord, bear/man traps  trained or trainable trackers/guard dogs or the equivalent.

If found How much for these he asks the stallholder holding up a trap that is in good repair and working order
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  well now...that's  a fine  piece. was sold  by a fella  whop lost an arm to one of the  serpants by the river as he was trpping swamp rats...I have two left..sell them both to you for a gold...

In reply to merchant (msg #85):

He eaminse each in turn checking for obvious signs of rust and fatigue Tis unfortunate Reedrick be elsewhere. Goodfellow Rolf or Kree hath either Thee knowledge of traps
[Pitty Redrick isn't here. Rolf or Kree do you know anything about traps]
he asks trying the mechanisms

"Be yon capable of stopping a horse in mid gallop" [Can these stop a galloping horse] he asks the merchant
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  Kree looks over the  traps, he shrugs  abit,..I have seen better...course...i have seen worse...

    Stoppin a horse....I don't  think so...these here be best for  something about the size of a big dog...



OOC:  You don't have to translate...it  will be more fun in RP  for the  guys  to have to understand him, as the characters would.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #87):

A big dog Thee say... wouldst such be tweenst 110-200 lb range Elst hath Thee any for a Bear

  the  fellow  looks  about, he  signals  a lad to dig through  some boxes...about  5 minutes worth of searching  turns up a Rabbit  trap.

In reply to merchant (msg #89):

Goodfellow Kree wouldst yon Kitties be the size of a big dog he quietly asks if they are he'll haggle for the traps, and 500' of cord for 1g else he'll tell the merchant he was looking for something stronger and continue to search the market for 10 minutes.

  Kree titls his head, Depends what race they are...the Lions, Tigars , Leopards..Jaguara, Panters..they are  mostly bigger the we...the Lynx,Fishers, cougars, cheethas..are about the size of  a small dwarf, or tall halfling.

As they discuss the trap Justin hoped the merchant didn't overhear their conversation Tis as One surmised, we beith in need of something more powerful he comments before turning back and moving closer to the stall Good merchant would Thee able to obtain a 3-5 bear traps by first light on the morrow If so what price are thee asking or Doth Thee know of any who be able to provideth such

  the fellow frowned, he loonged about the  the markey from where he stood  I do not  see any  of the other folk, such as me that sell here  from tine to time...You might  try the  Dry Goods  shop..they carry  almost anything, since they take trade as well as  coin...so..you want  any of these?  or  Nay?

Merik walks with the others keeping an eye on the passerby's. Not knowing about traps, he listens to the others converse and takes special notes of the sizes of the Cat folk. "Where is the dry good store?" He asks the merchant when he suggests looking there. "Need to keep the food stores up and maybe get a pot, tea and honey."

  Kree points  to the Nortyh of the town,  It is  towards the  Northwest corner of the town, we needs go in that direction anyway, unless you folks  feel the need for higher priced places to stay?

  The  Merchant frowns as he feels he has missed a sale. Merik does notice, a female  dressed in leathers, seeming to be taken a bit of interest in them. When he looks  to the others  as they speak of the  cats, she has vanished.

Not sure of what he saw, He takes off light a shot, straight to where she was. Over his shoulder as he runs he says in a hushed tone, "I'll be back."

In reply to merchnat (msg #93):

Nay One's appologies goodfellow ast yon are not powerful enough for our purpose he informs the merchant. Turning he quickly follows Merik. When he has a chance One doth suggest Thee avoid going off by Thyself, goodfellow Merik, ast we are sure to move elsewhere."
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  The  elf's  eyebrow raises, just a bit as the two move off after  something. He and the rest follow  suit, though  he is unsure  of what is going on.


  Merik gets to the spot, he looks  around  quickly..and may...or may not  have seen the  woman Go around the  corner, back towards  the center of  town...though he cannot be sure  if it was her or nay...........

Wishing someone else had seen her, He takes off quicker around the corner, trusting his gut on which way she went. His boots thud on the ground and his arms pump as he tries to pick up more speed. He calls to the others following "This could be nothing."

In reply to Merik Uaine (msg #99):

Stopping where he is So do you know whereth we be headed to Justin calls out to the reckless fellow then turns to Kree Some have little sense, and are easily tricked... he comments wondering at the survival ability of Merik

  Though  Kree jogs  after the  others, it  is clear he  is  not using his  full speed...his  eyes  look around as if expecting something,...there  are  many reasons for people to act thus, let us hope  our comrade knows  what he is  about...


.............................

  Merik  sees, what looks as if it is the girl, peeking  aropund the corner, then darts away ...when he reaches  the corner he sees he  is close  to the  town square, where  the  well  is..a Big buildingn  for the MAyor's  home...and   a fewhundred yards  to the  east is the gate they came in..he  can also  see the barracks  and such  for the town  Guard is  some  ways  behind  the MAyor's  home.

Watching as the man dissappears down an lane True... So where doth we billet for the night he beams in anticipation of a hearty meal and good nights rest.

   I am thinking  of The Bear's  Claw..not the  best in town, but not  the  worst either...rooms  should be  within our  range, and if they are full , I can barter  for the barn. There are threes other places, but the prices  are a bit higher.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #103):

Justin considered the different types of inns he'd stayed overnight in on his way here Soundeth fair he grinned then chinned the air towards the lane Doth Thee thinkest yon fellow will's be able to relocat us

   Not  certain, I have  no idea  what he  is doing, should not  be hard to find us, byt  i hate to leave  one of  my Arrows on his  own, when he's  new to these lands...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #105):

Tis what I thought whenst he chose to run off. Wouldnst hold good for the arrows to have such a greenhorn dispatched affor proving himself. Perhaps trailing yon fellow wouldst serve to abate such and test any skills others hath or commence accuquisiton of such by one. he prompts

  He  frowns  as  they move  towards the center of town,perhaps...but it  would be better to know  why he is going where he is going...


  Justin  and  Kree and whomever  else  is left, note that there  are pairs  of  Bowshot  watch walking   a bit more in the center of town. Likewise, there  are Ironmound  reuglars (  from the barracks)  and Bowshot watch, both guardig  the gates.

The sounds, smells and people milling about, not to mention the guards all served to dissuade the learning tracking/shadowing True let us catch up then increasing his speed and pace trying not to loose sight.

 Move  to Bowshot  Thread.

(( Luthien, from Palce))

  The horses  clip clopped  along , The princess   did  take   a  northern approach before  wheeling to the   east, towards the   Temple district  and such.

  There will be some watching..from the battlements..or they will have  men at arms  in the street  watching... i am not as big a praice as my older sisters... but i do provide a way  to get a seat at the Big table..

In reply to luth (msg # 110):

"A table is only useful if it is used for something. That said...you never told me. Let us presume the throne isn't in your future and your sisters live long lives. ...what do you want to do? How do you want to make this world a little better than it was when you found it?"

Maybe, if he can find out what she feels her calling is...

  Dala   shook her head, her hair  bouncing in a  braided pony tail...alas , I cannot  make  much of  an Impact... i will, probably have very  little, into way of meaningful work, for the Empire. I do spend some time, trying to help the working  folks. I did  have my idea  of taxing the richer people  more, get accepted.... some  businesses  threatened  to leave the city, my father told them,it was their right...however, they would have to worry about bandits and such if they sent good to our  markets ..and of course the taxes for  being imported?... only a few left, most went to Tou...I think they regret that choice.

 outside of that?..my main contribution is practicing  my bow, so i might help defend  the palace from the battlements?... the sad thing is, if an enemy ever got that close, it would mean the  city has  fallen.

Luthien considers, and, "Oh, I don't know about that. The point of taxes is to raise money. Raise money to do...what? What did you want that money to do? Where did you want it to go? What did you want it to accomplish?

Money sitting in a treasury does little more than look pretty. For money to have value, it must be used for something."

  she stuck her nose in the air,..I told you my goals  for the  working poor  and  poor  folks of  Ironmound...But?..I am just a Princess, what  do i know..right?

her  horse picked up its  gait a bit faster

"Stop that. If you really believed I thought that way, you wouldn't be out here with me right now.

Still, narrow it down. You raised money, and you want to help the working folks. Did you have a specific path to do that? Do you know what they need? I actually learned a couple things from talking, and I learned a few things from Quid...he mentioned, for example real floors, real roofs, and windows. Have you considered construction efforts on the housing?"

  She is  still pouty,i have shared many of my thoughts, all i get is  'we cannot  do that'.. or 'it is tooo much paperwork"...that is words a Tou p[erson would use.... you give  coin to the peple, have them sign a ledger... any who try to  'steal' more then their  share, loses it all..the housing?.. If you are able to have some on in charge of  ships...wagons..trenches and towers, we should be able to have someone in charge of fixing hovels into homes.

Luthien considers this...

"Okay. I'll have to see how the construction guilds are set up around here, but we should be able to at least get something started. We're not gonna improve the whole city over night...this sort of thing is one family at a time. But...that can be good enough. One family at a time."

   Dala lead them through the Temple  streets, taking, what looked like, a very complicated   set of  twists  and turns  as they neared neared the   South-East Way.

  ... there  wil be  three things that will happen... those , whose  houses  we  work on, and improve, with be happy, and  should  have more  loyality, or  at least, feel more invested  in Ironmound.....those  who are waiting, will be  concerned, or even angry, which, could cause them to go either  way....the thrid  thing, will be those who are, more well off then the por  folk, but not  really rich folk..they will feel as though  they should  get some  help as well?... There would be the  hard task...because   we want to help the poor, become  more, like the workers , they will have a reason to work, rather then wondering  if they should leave for a smaller  Village , or another town...no matter what we do..over  all , The rich folks will be  upset, because  we are helping the people who have made them rich, through  thier labor, and what coin they could spend.

Luthien almost halfsmiles.

"This is why you have two sisters. No, we can't make everyone happy. Nobody can. Let your sisters worry about dealing with the people we're not focused on. Your sisters, and your father, can handle them in the short term...and very likely for years to come, unless your father dies suddenly for some reason. Barring that, he's a healthy man. He's not going anywhere anytime soon unless something is invisibly wrong with him."

  after passing many of the Temples..some  folks recognizing, either Luthien, or the Princess, despite her attire.

 crossing on the   southeast way, they head towards  towards the   side  street that will take them to the lake, the trees and Homes   hide most of it,but the   sight of a sail or two gives its location away.

 I do not have  'two sisters"...My Sisters have me. They came before me...

"If that's how they choose to see it, and they're 'delegating' the disadvantaged to you, that's fine. How your sisters view the work we do is of no consequence at all to the people being helped. It might be of some consequence to funding, but you've already got some skill in getting that, and you'll get better over time."

He'll also have to make sure to offer his prayers in the Temple on his way back. But the city has been left behind by now.

 as they go  down the side street,  it opened  up into a rather large  Lake  with a least a dozen boats on, many locals fished from the   shore,  even up against the  city wall as   troopers walked  and peered out over the lands.


  Dala  rode up to  a building dismounted  and tied up her horse...when  Luthien was ready she walked into the shop, asking  for  two containers of bait, two  rods and  a tackle  box and  rented  a   rowboat...

  I hope they are Biting. if we can get  a pair of  nice Pike, i'll have the chef  cook them for us..

"I'm lucky hunting usually includes fishing. 2 Pike? We'll manage that soon enough. And then we'll decide how else we want to spend the day. What other types of fish are in there?"

He figures she's done it before, so she'll know what else might bite.

  As they walk to the boat, two workers  are fussing of the  boat getting it  ready.Pike, Bass,there are several types of pan fish. We have Wardens  who sweep the  lake to make sure there are  no serpents , but the water comes from somewhere...and any River has  serpents. If we latch on to a serpent, they are very fine  eating1

"Sounds good. Well, we'll see how many we can catch. Fishing is often a waiting game, but that gives us plenty of time to do other things too."

After all, it'll certainly be quiet out there, except for whatever talking happens.

    The helpers loaded the  boat,  then  tried to help Dala  board, but she  shook off any  help, nimbly  getting  in the  craft, she stepped to the Back,  Luthien  sat by the oars.

  Take us to the  far  end, by the  wall, but stay clear of  any people who are  fishing. Some are fishing for sport, some for  food. Either way, i do not  wish to compromise thier  enjoyment...

  once the workers   pushed off, She leaned a bit forward to Luthien as she  said,I row on the way back, I did not want to ruin your  manly image , by me rowing  out...

about half  way across the lake a sail bat came by, people dressed  rather  well waved at them, by way of greeting, to the east side a fellow dressed in green leathers   fired a bow from a rowboat that was painted in  Ironmound colors... he  pulled in the  heavy line  that was attached to the arrow....the other Warden  rowed to the far  end where an older  man fished  with  rods with some small kids,  and the warden handed then a 2  footlong serpent, , the  Kids  jumped up and down , the older  man waved  at them, as the wardens went back out , searching for  stray serpents .

Luthien smiles.

"Oh, no. Nothing you do is going to compromise me or my image. The only truth that might get out is how strong you really are."

Still, he rowed out, because it was expected of him, after all. And he does find a nice spot away from other fishermen, and takes some time to say the usual fishing prayer of his religion to Tra.

Having said his prayers...

"Alright. Let's catch some fish."

And out goes the line, with bait!

Once out on the water...Luthien's prayers to his goddess are answered, and answered with some style...not only does he catch a side pike, but /2/ Serpents. Catching one is achievement enough, and he goes and doubles up on it!

"...We are going to eat very well tonight."

 Dala was happy with thier Catch,This is quite the day, and  only a few hours in?... we should get back so the chef  can make something for us...

 perhaps , we will dine  alone tonight?

Luthien likes that plan.

"Yes, let's. Somewhere others can't get to. Where it can be just us."

She knows the castle better, he's certain she'll have something in mind.

  stepping up to the waist of the boat, she waves   Luthien away, so she might be able to Row..

 Two kids  are fishing with battered poles, the bait they are using  is  in a broken wooded  Mug, they don't seem to be having as much  Luck...

 Dala   uses  one   oar , to spin the boat towards them...  when they  reach the two kids, they look a bit scared.....You fish  here often?

 the little girl nods her head, the  boy  has a tiny smile, he seems to be the oldest,This  is a good place, no one picks on us here, if  we  fish from the wall.... we.. aren't doing too  good  today...

 Dala smiles... she stands up and gets  one of the serpents... she already had  whacked its head, to kill it...stand  by the wall there  and  Hold out your hands...

 they moved back  the  full 10 yards to the wall....Catch!  she tossed the serpent and the   boy and girl grabbed for it, and , between the two of them, snagged it...

 There...now?  You can say you caught it, and will not be lying! she picks up  what is left of thier own bait.. tightens the lid  and   tosses it to the wall so it  won't  fall into the  water...

 That should help...set your line deeper..the bass  are going to  shade now...

  A warden was walking  along he asked, 'Mlady? is everything alright?

 quite!.... I am giving your  a mission,, Sir Warden... when these  children are done, you will escort them to thier  home... No one takes the serpent from them, Unless thier parents  wish to sell it...but it goes home with them, so thier parents  may make that choice..

 ..as you say, M'Lady, they will make it  home, with the serpent and anything  else they catch this day...

The Boy points at her, a flicker of information seeped into his head....You are  the pricness Rogue!

 the warden looked away a bit  embarrassed...

 Dala laughed,..is that what i am known as?

 the little girl nodded her  head again her eyes alot bigger now.

 The  Boy , embolden a bit , said,aye , Your Highness.....they say you were  born in the palace...but your  heart is in the streets...

 Dala smiles a bit, clearly touched...I was... and it is....what does your father do?

 he works  the  docks   near  the  inns, helping load  and unload  when they need people...

  and your mother?

 she dyes  clothes  for  rich folks..but they don't pay her much

 the clothing the kids   had  were rope-belted  rag pants and  homespun  shits., they were  clean...save for thier feed from walking in the  mud on the shore.

She Looks at the warden...You will deliver this message  to the  children's mother....she is to report to the  palace, with her  children in the morning... I might have an opening  with our clothing makers, where she might put her skills to good  use.... she winks at the kids,and good pay...we must go now..Warden? make sure the Mother
 Understands...

 ..I will not   fail you, M'lady, I swear  by  the Black Timber...
 she waves  at the kids.. they stood there for a  few moment s watching her row.... The the warden gegan to  fuss with thier rods, showing them the best  way to rig  and cast...

  Dala looked at  Luthien,one serpent is plenty for two people, and  we have enough other fish for a rather large course  meal!

Luthien patiently watches this whole exchange...and when she gives the serpent away, he's smiling widely.

"There's your heart."

Moved by that particular act of generosity...Luthien waits till they've moved a little bit, and left quite so much public view, before learning down to kiss her, if she accepts it.

"That was something I hoped to see."

She accepted the   kiss and looked at Luthien as she began to row again, a bit of  a smile,.. an you?  a Holy Warrior...

"It was the right time. There will be plenty more where that came from."

Letting her row was a little different, but he was starting to understand why she wanted to. Of course she could let him see to her needs. But she wants to see to his needs too.

"Speaking of which, we'll have to stop by the temple on the way back. I want to say some prayers of thanksgiving. We were blessed out there today."

 Dala   rowed with somewhat powerful strokes, considering her  size... she nodded with a grin , for Luthien to  look at the   two kids walking with the warden... the Box  had given the warden a bass he must have caught with Dala's bait..., the kids proudly walked with the  serpent, and a decent pike...

 the warden waved away a well dress fellow  with fancy tackle... and the three  entered the far  path to take them to the streets.

 It appears  the  chicldren gave the warden a bass?.......and , as i guessed, a rather  well to do fellow, was trying to by the  serpent off them..

"I don't doubt he was. Few have the skill to catch a serpent...and men like him? I wouldn't be entirely surprised if he fell in the water and the serpents caught him. The Captain fed plenty of people to the serpents over time.

Money can be replaced, but that serpent those kids get to eat will be a meal they remember for a long long time."

Mostly slavers, but it wasn't a good idea to cross the Captain.

  Dala  laughed I would hang on every word of the tales  , bards and messengers   would  bring in about the Arrows.The Harsh  justice would cause some of the squimish in the court to frown or faint...i see it  as a good  way to get the message across...

 the Last few  strokes   were all she had,  , she she shipped the oars, allowing it to glide through the water, as two workers  waited to help beach it.

Once the ship had anchored, he was obviously subjected to a few odd looks from the workers, who noticed she was rowing and not him. He was clearly not disabled, after all, and had a Knight's physique. Moreover, they saw him rowing out to begin with.

Luthien pays them no mind, and simply steps out of the boat, and offers Dala a hand to help her up.

  The Princess, Tells  the workers to have the   catch wrapped  for transport.   The horses  were brought  around for them as the  fishing Tackle were  returned .

 the  fish  and serpent  were  brought out , wrapped in heavy paper, , with a wicker basket it  for transport.

 As the pair mount up, Luthien caught a  Glimpse of  Antok and another   guard,  stepping  behind a tree.

Luthien can't help but smile and shake his head. Of course they were on standby. It prevents Luthien from having to do ALL The protecting with his own sword if something goes wrong.

Her father loves her, this sort of thing can't really be avoided.

Nonetheless, they'll go back on their own. Presumably with a mostly secret escort.

Well, it can't be helped. Meanwhile, he leads the way to Tra's temple. He was serious about giving thanks. They are carrying fish, so he won't be able to spend too long in prayer. But he needs to make a point of going to pray before they finish getting back. Perhaps the temple has some ice handy for recently cost fish.

It took them about  10 minutes to  reach  the   Temple distract, both of them knew their way  around.

 She   tied of their  horses, as  Luthien wished to enter  the Temple.

Luthien strides for the Temple...upon entering, he immediately heads for one of the pews, and kneels down to pray.

Aware that they're carrying fish and he can't stay too terribly long, he only stays around 20 minutes.

From there, he makes a donation to the Temple for the generosity of his goddess...

Before he finally returns to the horses so they can finish the journey back.

 The Princess walks  around the Temple. looking  at Icons  and   statues... she  smiled  and shook her  head   as attendants  asked her if she needed help or had  questions.

 When Luthien was finished, they walked out, she giggled,..Maybe  I should  go see the Sisters? Luck is  as important as  skill....

After Luthien makes his prayers, and his donation, he returns to Dala's side.

"By all means. The Captain was always fond of the sisters, himself. I was always more of a hunter, personally, but in such goals as we had, they were aligned with one purpose."

  she gave  him a side glance with a bit of an Impish smile,Does not luck factor into  hunting...The  Captain Hunts  dark folk, perhaps Tra  should court the sister!

 the horses wer steered, taking a short path to the  Palace.

"Perhaps that is why we were such an effective team. I do not recall too many getting away from us when we were hunting them. In truth, for the truly wicked, it is likely the sisters already have an alliance with the huntress, and it happened long before I or the Captain were ever born."

He was enjoying the ride with her. Princess Rogue. He'll make a mental note of that one. There teasing to be found there. He'll have to make sure the other suitors never hear that one. He'll keep it for just them.
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  reaching the main main road into the   Palce... Antok and  two other riders  'appear' from  the   trees.

, they ride  across the drawbridge... to the  stables,  so they can get thier  catch to the cooks... and  wash up...

 >>>>>>>>> Luth in to Palace