CelticSoldier

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Serena seemed to be a pretty serious lady. At least, she seemed to know what she was doing, which was always nice. The other one had money, and that immediately made her good as well. Hunting fugitives wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, like fighting monsters or other big things with large teeth, but it was a start. Maybe the people they were hunting had big things with large teeth. Like dogs. Really big dogs. Monster dogs. Sometimes Jaime has a very strange train of thought, but luckily no-one seems to notice, since most of the time it doesn't relate to things that don't exist. There are some weird things. But that is not relevant, because they are talking about fugitives. Good a mission as any. At least they had a golem. And a lot of money. He eyed the bag of coins greedily. "Sure, I'll come with you. Are you waiting for someone else as well?"

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

sorry I've been slow, I can post but the speed will probably be about one every two or so days (I am behind). If that's not fast enough then I can go, but I can't really post faster, sorry.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Tour de Rouge, City Centre

Jaimie stared up at the towering cathedral, craning his neck to try to see the top of the soaring spire. It had been a while since he'd seen it, or anything like it. They didn't bother with all that fancy ornamentation in Nether gate. In some ways it wasn't much different, the whole place was big and foreboding, constant feeling of being watched. Here, of course, that came from all the bloody gargoyles dotted around the place, and the wrought iron gates that seemed to block off every other perfectly serviceable back alley. Just rude to be honest. So far, he'd not actually been looking for that much adventure, he'd just been wandering, rediscovering the city, banging out a few runes to keep his purse full. Now he had to make a choice. The people at the gate were going on some adventure to hunt down some guy or another, he could be away for a while, perhaps indefinitely, if all didn't go according to plan. He might never see any of it again. He broke into a grin, there was never any question about it. He was going.

Walking down the streets was depressing as ever, row upon row of flat stone buildings, incredibly maintained, of course, this was the good bit of town, but still just so...boring. Even the sky was grey, like it was doing it on purpose. It wasn't long before he came to the main road in and out of the city, which still bustled with quite a crowd. It wasn't hard to find a lone old hunter wandering around, they usually knew where to find things.
"Hey mate."
"Hey, want something?"
"Yeah, You know them choir woman, looking for men or something?"
"Oh yeah, set up by the gate not long ago. Already getting impatient."
"Know what's up with that?"
"Nah, like I said, they've not been here long. You off with them?"
"Probably, not much else to do."
"Always wait for winter."
"I'm the impatient type."
Jaimie dashed off to the gate. He glanced around a bit when he began to draw near the gate, but luckily the glint of armour beneath the plain cloak gave it away. He asked about a bit first, just to be sure. Well, now was time to do adventuring stuff, like, join this lot. He strode over to them, hoping that they were doing something interesting. "So, hi." He waved, "Apparently some lady called Serena is looking for people to go do stuff. Wouldn't happen to be one of you two would it?"

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Sorry I spelled it wrong, you are correct.

There is nothing wrong with a cartographer suddenly appearing in the middle of a jungle. At all. Ever. Trust him. He will not do anything wrong. Promise. :)

@Jbcool

The World of Lasgoul

The ride to their destination was long but not entirely unpleasant. He had grown more used to horses since leaving the wild woods, and considered himself to be quite an accomplished rider. The way in which the Lizardwoman rode was quite, amusing. But her race was an old one, and his respect kept any perhaps unhelpful comments in check. The other elf rode far too well, and Thirodaen suspected that she was cheating.
In regards to his companions, he was usually quite interested in what they said, and replied courteously, if curtly. Trust was a two-way relationship, and only a fool shut himself off from any to whom he may owe his life. It was highly, highly unlikely, of course, but there was a first time for everything. He needed to learn about how they fought, anyway.

Upon their arrival, Thirodaen was secretly glad that someone knew how to take charge. Otherwise, they usually turned to him, and despite how little he admitted it, that never ended well. When the dwarf spoke to him, the noise grated on his ears, and he winced slightly, but smiled back nine the less. How could you not, the little thing was so cute. "I would be more than happy to shoot people. I think I do it quite well. Don't make me have to come down there to help you though. Blood goes everywhere when I have to use this," He gestured to his glaive, "It takes an age to wash out. It is fun though." The dwarf would certainly make an eager ally, if his attitude stayed the same, and if he wasn't always drunk. So far, he liked him. It probably won't last, and he definately won't show it.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool@DrunkasaurusRex@Maxwell@Bright_Ops@Andreyich
Sorry it took so long to get out, I've been ill for a while, but the next post is now up!

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

The wizard wondered, seemingly oblivious, into the dense green jungle. His eyes were fixed on his map, and every so often he conjured some kind of magical needle that you guess acts as a compass. From the amount of cursing he does trying to get it to work, you suspect that a real compass might have been easier. Eyes down and focused, his apprentice has to nudge him slightly this way and that in order to avoid the many trees that appear in his way. As you journey ever inward it starts to become distinctly hotter and more humid, and sweat soon drenches everyone's cloths, creating a most delicious meal for all the flies and mosquitos that seem to follow you incessantly. Luckily, you have not yet come across any of an extraordinarily abnormal size, but when they bite it's like they have tine openers on there feet. Darren appears to have prepared a spell in advance, as any bugs that come near him vanish in a puff of flame. Apparently it's 'not safe' to enact the spell over more than one person, so you'll just have to put up with it.

After hours and hours of hacking through ridiculously dense jungle that seems determined to trap you forever, you come to a large swamp. Darren looks somewhat bewildered when his foot sinks up to his ankle in thick mud, glancing curiously around him. "This wasn't here before." He pondered, "I must have taken a wrong turn. Ahh yes, we're here, not here, as I thought, we must have been cut off and circled round here..." He continued to narrate your mis-adventure, interspersing it with sharp jabs at the map. Alison looked round apologetically. Darren, however, lost none of his enthusiasm. "Well, come on then, let's get to it!" Just before anyone might try and kill him, another voice rings out over the swamp. "Lost, are you?" An elf, of all things, seems to glide through the trees towards you. Far from being hampered by the dense undergrowth, it appears as though he is accustomed to it. "Can be deadly, out here." While possessing his natural, arrogant countenance, he is otherwise dressed far more appropriately for the environment, wearing a thin cotton shirt, tall boots and thick trousers. "I am Thirodaen, of Ulthuan, though I have spent a number of years mapping this gods forsaken jungle. I can most likely take you where you wish, the company would be appreciated. Regardless of whether you let me guide you though, I suggest you camp here. Night will soon fall, and this is not the kind of place you would wish to be caught out."

I don't know about you, but this seems far too convenient. Darren really doesn't care. "A cartographer? Perfect, simply wonderful! I've not been this way very often, as you can tell, but this is quite fortunate is it not? Well, let's camp then, come on, get to it!" Darren lights a fire with magic, since the wood is so damp that no normal method is going to light it, while Alison cooks something in a large metal pot that appeared out of nowhere. Magic does have some perks. While you're eating, Darren wanders out a bit into the jungle, talking to the elf, (Did I ever tell you about the time....), leaving you to your own conversation.

The World of Lasgoul

More bandits. Never seemed to be a shortage of them, which was lucky, because otherwise Thirodaen suspected that he'd be out of many a job. Greed and avarice, he was glad that the human realms seemed to be full of them. No that his own home had none. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the dwarf, which was, as usual, beer and sweat. He had been brawling, and was late, and was quite obviously drunk. No more than he'd expected really.

He raised an eyebrow at their second late comer, the elf from bright wood. An elf, at least, but hardly fey. Flimsy too. Very pretty, of course, and should they ever need to seduce the enemy into submission, she would be a valuable asset, but flimsy. She wore a sword, he supposed, and he assumed that she had enough common sense that she knew how to use it, but other than that, perhaps it might be good to travel with someone who didn't smell like a sewer. The bright wood elves were...more a race of dreamers, he just hoped that this one might be weighed down in reality.

As to the plan, there was nothing to say, so why say anything? He'd never been a particularly complex planner, and most people were surprised by his bluntness when they allowed him to plan their attack. This plan seemed as good as any.

The World of Lasgoul

@BlackFlag I do apologise for the stereotype. He does have reasons...if that helps...at all...

The World of Lasgoul

It appeared that Thirodaen was not alone in standing, though the human who remained so surprised him. He should have more respect for his superiors. He stood with the rest of them, might as well, if he was going to be associated with them for a while, he should probably get used to it. The elf was dressed in a thin, baggy linin shirt, and a small silver wolf hung on a thin metal chain around his neck. Two swords in intricate sheaths rested by his side.

"Thirodaen," He gave a mock bow, "They call me 'Fey wild'. Don't ask me who they are. I don't know." That was always the first question he received from those people who thought themselves smart enough, or drunk enough, to have any form of wit. It had become a habit to say the last bit, usually ended the conversation. His speak was smooth and graceful, like any elf's, but there was a hint of sarcasm there too. He'd never been one for formal occasions. He preferred these things done as quickly as possible, which ended up better for all involved. Glancing at the rest of them, it appeared that doing it quickly would certainly be better for him, anyway.