Sorry that took so long for the opening post. I spent the majority of last week sitting bedside at the hospital. Everything's good now.

In reply to Dietrich Baudelaire (msg # 35):

Glad to hear all is well!

Took my group to Castle Fraser today and I'm now hoping someone loses a leg at some point so we can deploy this absolutely gorgeous number.

The Linkage!

Not that this affect my combat setups, of course...

It's WFRP so you're not really trying hard enough until someone losses a leg or gains a tentacle ;)

Hey gang, just wanted to clarify something, as I'm still new to GMing on a play-by-post. Where there's a clear consensus on where to go and what to do, I'll move things forward, even if not every character has made a direct move towards, but has at least indicated agreement. All good with that?

Works for me

Oui.

Yeah, we don't want to get TOO bogged down and the game dies off, but we don't want to go too FAST and not give everyone a chance to at least speak up once. Shrug.

Yes. That sounds good.

The icon we carry is intended for the Temple of Sigmar, right? Is the Temple of Uluric just on the way? Or did we get turned around, somehow?

Also which of us has the icon, how big is it, is it concealed? In a box, a bag? Just things to help us get a sense of what to do.

...oooh good questions!

Good questions indeed, and some answers forthwith:

You were tasked to bring the icon to the Temple of Sigmar

The Temple of Ulric is just on the way, the Temple of Sigmar is further in the North-East of the city. You're following the directions as given to you, they just brought you this way.

It's up to you four to decide who has the icon itself.

It's a small one, about the size of a large paperback book, between A5 and A4. It's quite rigid and secure, and is bound by rawhide string in a plain leather cloth. It looks unremarkable to an outside eye.

I don't know why that is setting warning bells off, really. I've got a bad feeling about this? lol

Well, we're all a pretty dodgy lot from our brief descriptions, so no one stands out as the obvious paladin that the dying priest would have entrusted the religious icon to. Having said that, one of us is a foreigner (sorry, Deitrich), one of us is clearly a scoundrel (sorry, Heinrich), and one of us is a halfling (I can't hide it), so my best deduction would be that the old priest would have pressed the icon into the sweaty hands of Mein Herr Bauer, and he still has it tucked away in his rather the worse for wear leather jerkin.

Just my 2 cents. (Is there an equivalent Scottish idiom? Just my tuppence doesn't ring any bells.)

"Put my tuppence in," according to Google.

Or, if we want to be phonetically accurate: "Pat mah tuppence in!" :p

I think we'd be more likely to prefix any statement with 'Ken whit'. Certainly round the South-West of Edinburgh. Not that I'm there right now, as I'm briefly in Abingdon. I'll be back in Scotland next week, for those keeping track.

I'm happy enough with Corvin having the Icon, assuming he is.

On a broader note, I'm taking your group on a longer route to the Temple of Sigmar so we can get a feel for each others styles, as well as give you all a sense of the city. I'm a big fan of scene setting, but this is a collaborative effort, so if anyone ever does feel the pace is getting a bit slow, I'm happy to abstract and speed things up.

Sure. Corvin can be carrying the icon. Now, I wonder how much this is worth...lol

Sorry for the delay. I've been to the hospital twice in the past few days, and to the doctor's twice.

I will post now.

Uhh, dang. I hope things get better for you!

Same! Sorry to hear you've been dealing with medical trouble.

Update: Three times now!

They've got no idea what is wrong with me. Fun!

Get well soon?

10 points to anyone who can tell me where the bar patron from the latest post is from because I threw a lot of brogue in there willy-nilly.

You've already told us you live in Scotland, but I don't think the tone is that. My guess would be from the opposite end of the big island -- West Country, or maybe Hampshire.

Somerset? Dorset p’raps