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.