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TS - Day 03 - Tharagyan Peninsula.

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I edited xtxlx's and Rilina's actions to allow Castorp, Luna and Draco to react before the guards put them under arrest.

Do not worry: this is no opinion forum, so you made no mistake at all. 🙂
I simply wanted to allow the other players a quick reaction before posting the "outcome of the encounter".

I hope you don't mind: as you can see I left the over-ruled part in. You can insert that *after* I post the NPCs' actions.

During complex actions, involving multiple players, I might edit several posts, to make story flow more seamlessly.
Do not worry, and have fun. It is up to me to link your actions into a consistent stream. 🙂


Reg's.
 
As a special measure, I am taking up Tukano's character, Castorp.
He expressely asked me to, since he said he couldn't post himself at the moment.

Please remember that DMs can't or won't post actions contrary to the character's nature: we simply take over the char as a kind of "smart auto-pilot".

It is usually an extreme measure: if a player can't post and his/her/its char is involved in a complex action, we *might* have to take over it briefly, to let the game continue.




The Road to Arthenas.

Phenagon went on ranting for most of the travel; he was exceptionally well-spoken for a common teamster - and clearly cherished the presence of paying passengers, and hapless listeners.

Castorp wasn't really in the right mood for prattle: he was worried sick about what he had done to Brazorf - he now was a criminal and a thief.
Never before he had committed something so heinous as mugging a man - albeit an cruel one - out of his belongings.

Tolpoff was quitely snoring at Castorp's feet.
The paunch bard carelessly stroke the small dog's coat, sighing heavily.

When he had last tried to stroke his own mane, a lock of badly dyed hair stuck to his fingers; in utter horror, he glared at Luna, and resolved to stop fiddling with his itching head.
Last thing he wanted was ending up bald because of a hastily prepared dye.

On her part, Luna was barely aware of Castorp's piliferous turmoil: she was securely seated over Brazorf's chest of riches, and the rocking of the cart was lulling her into a dreamless sleep.

Rilina couldn't do much beside struggle and let out a weary scream or two.


A carriage had sped past Phenagon's cart a couple of hours before, when the sun was still high in the western sky.

None of them would expect a cold welcome at a spear's point, once in Arthenas.



Arthenas - Castorp, Phenagon and Luna's Point of view.

They were in trouble. Deep trouble.

A winged creature had just swooped down, blocking their path.
He... she... it... could smile as wide as it could, but in no way smiling would make a four feet battle axe less threatening.

"I say, good sir!" chuckled Phenagon, who was having the fun of his life.
"Looks like they are coming to the rescue."

A small hosts of guards was, actually, sallying forth from Arthenas.
Their real intentions were soon clear when a well-dressed woman, apparently in charge of the unit, started barking orders.

"Sir Castorp! You are charged with the kidnapping of the apothecary Rilina and assisting in the escape of the slave Luna!"


Castorp gasped for air. He couldn't believe it. It was just a bad dream. He would pinch his cheek and he's be awake, in his bed of leaves, safely away from all this madness.

Charged with kidnap. With theft.

And the woman had omitted the assault...


"What we do now!?"
Castorp couldn't think clearly: he was afraid of violence, and the winged brute's appearance wasn't reassuring either.

"Turn back!" barked Luna, none too eager to return to Bisanthium and Brazorf's perverse attentions...

"Hoc!" replied Phenagon, reaching for his cane, ready for some rough excitement.


The guards were quicker: a couple of strong looking individuals grabbed the bridles and stopped the horse.

The others were encircling the cart, holding their spears raised, ready to strike.

The vigiles were eyeing the armoured man warily: he had showed no will to interfere - he seemed barely aware of them at all - but they weren't taking risks.

If any of them meant trouble, those guardsmen were fully trained and equipped to deal with it.



Let's see who breaks the stall first.
 
Seeing the new guards surround the cart and taking hold of horse bridles, Draco knew he had no chance of escape without getting wounded. With a deep sigh, Draco laid down his Battle Axe, his Sword, and his Daggers on the ground in front of him. After Draco had laid his weapons down, he held up his arms much like people do when they surrender to the authorities.

"I am not here to do any fighting," Draco said to everyone, "All I want to know is who has seen my brother Night Raptor and which way he went?"

"My brother looks like me," Draco began, "But he is much taller than I, he has a scar on the left side of his face, and he has orange hair."
 
Quick Reply to Hue's post: only Tanandra and Rilina can relate about Night Raptor.
A more in-depth post is following, about communications and transport in Morea.
 
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About Communications in the Morean Empire.


A staple in games set in the past is that communications are a slow and uncertain affair.

Messengers, passengers and merchants took risks whenever they left the safety of home: bandits could waylay travellers, while accidents befell even the wariest professional trader.

News of wars slowly seeped through a community thanks to caravans, and were rarely accurate enough to pass informations about specific persons - except for really unique characters.

While this was sometimes true in dark to middle ages, Romans had devised ways to quickly convey datas over great distances using signalling towers: beacons, smokes, mirrors, and - probably - a primitive yet efficient version of morse code.

Add some not too powerful magic, some telepathically linked individuals, and you have a crude, yet working information network.

This means that as soon as the guards check Draco's history, they are likely to discover about what happened in Bisanthium: how Night Raptor killed a slave-merchant and wounded several guards.

Tanandra is also likely to know, from Brazorf's tale; Rilina is too, being first-hand witness.

Also, Castorp and Luna were none too wise to get back to Rilina's place and stay there for a while.
Bisanthi Guardsmen are not exceptionally smart, and they have no Morean equivalent for forensics or electronic surveillance.
But, sometimes, when something weird happens, they DO watch over a crime scene, to keep looters and vagrants away.

It is quite likely somebody warned Bisanthi Vigilia that a fat barbarian and run-away slave had slipped through - just as somebody warned Tanandra, who is only an independent agent, about it.

So, it is possible that, nearly 24 hours after the crime, local authorities have been informed about it.
 
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Guards storm the cart.

Rilina's bonds are undone and she sees the people who captured her most likely about to be arrested.

"Oh thank the gods!" she says, murmuring her own quick prayer to her possibly made up Goddess of Ticklish Girls.

"Thank you so much!" she cries out, hugging the guard that undoes her bonds and nearly weeping with joy.

She is free. At last.


Draco's Request.

Rilina blinks a little bit. She knows Night Raptor killed some guards, but she doesn't really want to get Draco in trouble, not knowing him. So she simply offers:

"I saw him in Bisanthium."
 
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Rescuer... yeah (g)

<ooc... I'll just put in my nickel about Tandy since we're talking about who knows what when. Her job, essentially, is finding out things. That can be for people who pay her to find out something about someone, or if she sees a useful opportunity. So she acquires sources and allies by doing favors (like the guard Captain in Asperum) or perhaps by holding information over people (like that guard in Bisanthium who helped quell the initial riot at Brazorf's) or whatever. Or maybe by tickling people to quivering blobs of goo, the option we all likely prefer. So she knows about Castorp, Luna and Rilina from that. Draco she knows nothing about other than the obvious - oh dear that is a very large half-dragon>


Arresting Castorp and Luna.

The guards were efficient, undoing Rilina's bonds and putting the two kidnappers under arrest.

Turning to Draco, she softened somewhat. "Good sir! I hope you are not here to interfere with... justice."



Draco's Request.

Seeing Rilina nearly overcome at her unexpected rescue made Tanandra smile. Had the poor girl known what was planned for her, the apothecary would likely have tied herself back up and demanded to be sold off as a slave.

And it seems the half-dragon was just a bystander, which relieved her no end. "Sir... Draco, is it? I'm afraid I have not heard of your brother. Perhaps he has gone to Kaphraktos, as I believe mercenaries are assembling there?"

She motioned to Rilina. "Come now, Miss Rilina. The guards will deal with these two villians. I think you should come with me to Asperum so you can rest and recover yourself. Then tomorrow we return to Bisanthium."

And then to the Guard Captain. "I leave the bard and escaped slave to you. Brazorf will be advised as to Luna when I return. I'm told she is a tickle-slave, so," she said wickedly, "I'm sure the guards can find some way to keep her amused, hmm?"

Tandy knew that keeping a friend involved sharing the reward. Seeing how the Guard Captain was eyeing Luna, Tandy had a friend for life.
 
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Picking up his weapons, Draco smiled, sheathed his Daggers at his side, his Battle Axe and Sword on his back, and said, "I thank thee for your help."

"Knowing my brother," Draco said, "He has caused some trouble and possibly some damage." Looking around, Draco's eyes met Rilina's and Tandy's eyes.

"Whatever his has done," Draco said with a bow, "I offer my services in making things right. However, I can't let any of you attempt to man or woman handle Night Raptor for 2 reasons, number 1.) it will only anger him, and number 2.) give the fact that Night Raptor is 6' 9" tall, he has a major height advantage, once he gets angry, he goes on a massive killing spree, plus he is the last of my family that remains alive to this day."

Draco awaits a response and while he waits, he begins to scan the horizon for a direction that will be Draco's next course in attempts to find Night Raptor.
 
Arthenas - Arresting the Wrongdoers.

The vigiles unceremoniously siezed Castorp and chained him, hard and fast.
The bard put up almost no resistance, letting out an angry yelp only when a guardsman touched his prized Klavdia.

The vigil let the instrument alone, and Castorp collapsed into a motionless heap.
He seemed almost resigned to his fate.


Luna fought like a fury, biting, grazing and struggling with all the strength she could muster.
To no avail.

Two burly vigiles managed to pin her down and sneaked a couple of tickles at her sides and ribs. The run-away slave uttered a shrill cry, promptly muffled by a thick leather gag.
Her hair was a mess, her vest tattered and torn, revealing much of her umblemished flesh.
Luna's face was flushed, and through gag and tears, she kept hurling curses at the guardsmen.
The arresting vigiles flashed wicked smiles; they'd exact revenge later, as soon as their Magister allowed them to.


Poor Phenagon suffered no better fate.
While nobody had ordered to arrest the teamster, vigiles requisitioned his cart, and siezed him as well, under suspicion of being an accomplice to Castorp.
Phenagon's protests were cut short by a vicious vigil and a stinking gag.


Tolpoff kept barking savagely at the brutes, but they dismissed him as a minor nuisance: a cruel vigil tried kicking the mutt, missed him, slipped and regaled his colleagues with a brief moment of cheap humour.

The crafty dog dodged a second vigil, and ran for it, heading towards the nearby woods.


The arrest went on smoothly: a score of guardsmen were able to subdue and capture the three scoundrels, while suffering only minor wounds in the scuffle - most caused by the warlike wench.

Lady Tanandra had safely took the kidnapped apothecary under her wing, while the muscle-bound giant was apparently uninterested in the arrest.

While the vigiles were leading the prisoners to the gaol, a slender, robed figure approached the Magister and whispered something to his ear.

"Hoc..." replied the Captain, snapping out of his personal reverie.
"Yes... Well... very well."

The Magister dismissed the robed figure, gesturing quickly to his attendant.
Then, he stepped forward, toward the winged warrior, giving him the military salute.

"Greeting, Dominus Draco." he quipped, smiling warmly.

"Goradus Acathos, Magister Cohortis, at your service." he offered his right hand.

"I heard you were looking for a lost relative of yours. My counselors just informed me we might be aware of his present whereabouts."

Goradus paused, weighing Draco's reactions.

"Would you like to join us inside, so we can update you on this matter?"
 
Draco returned the hand shake and his eyes lit up when he heard that he might be able to find Night Raptor.

"Gladly," Draco said, "Lead on sir." To show that he is willing to cooperate, Draco transformed into his full human form.

"I hope that you all find this form a bit better," Draco stated after he finished his transformation, winked, and smiled, "This form is more friendly and less threatening than my other forms."
 
Tanandra had been successful, now it was just a matter of keeping the prize to herself.

"Come now, Rilina, get on my horse and we can get away from all this unpleasantness. I have arranged rooms for the evening, a hot meal and", considering Rilina's ragged garb, "fresh clothing for you."
 
This woman is currently the greatest person in the world in Rilina's eyes. Unknowing of what the woman has planned, Tanandra has now become the nicest (and possibly only nice) person in the entire world.

Rilina smiles, blushing at the attention, and gives Tanandra a deep curtsy. "Thank you so much, my Lady!" She says, assuming this woman must be nobility. Or at least she /should/ be.

Rilina eagerly clambers up on the horse, careful to keep her feet away from the bristly horse hair as much as she can. Because, of course, she knows where paintbrushes come from.
 
Arthenas - Sundown.

Sun is setting over Tharagyan Peninsula.
The gentle breeze caresses the hills; soon crickets will start singing and fill the night with their chirping concerts.

War seems so far.


I'll post a reply for Draco and describe the night for Castorp; once all player are satisfied with their char's actions, I'll call this day over and move on to the next day and location..
 
{MJ Talk On!} [OOC: As far as I know, Draco is waiting to be lead inside a building of some sort to be informed about Night Raptor's whereabouts from Goradus. If you want to have that occur on Day Four Kalamos, then that is fine with me.] {MJ Talk Off.}
 
OOC... I sometimes forget where I am exactly. I meant Arthenas, which is basically right next to where the arrest occurred. The intent is then to head back to Bisanthium on day 4. Therefore the rest of it should be ok, I hope?
 
-> Hue


Since you and xtxlx are entering Arthenas I opened the Day 03 - Arthenas thread.
I won't open Day 04 until midnight - game-time - or until everybody agrees to have their characters stop for the night.
Sun is down and you have about four hours before midnight.


-> xtxlx


Sure. That's why I asked: would you like to role-play the night or simply skip to the next day?



Please resume playing here:
-> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=14366
 
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Final Actions Day 3

(( OOC: Sorry, my computer is acting up and posting is a problem right now, but I'll do what I can for my char. to end the day.))


Stapleton's travels, thus far had been uneventful. He maintained his course towards the mountains, in hopes of finding a village or small hut to camp in for the night. He rode part of the day on Makambo, giving him frequent breaks so as not to overheat the animal. They stopped for food when hungry, and stayed close to the river's edge in case they got thirsty.

With the sun going down over the trees, Stapleton knew there was'nt much light left. They would have to find a comfortable spot for the night soon. He sighed to himself, as they continued along their journey. Even though they had come this far, Stapleton now wondered if he had made the right decision to travel such a great distance alone. It might be wise for the pair to travel by moonlight instead, to help avoid any unwanted visitors....

(((OOC: End of Day Three))
 
[Master Jupiterian Talk On!] (ooc: gotcha Kalamos!)

Draco is lead into a building by Gorduas (sorry for the spelling error if any) and is impressed at the decor of the building.

"Before we begin," Draco said, "I would like to get some sleep and rest up. If it is alright with you, I would like to discuss this tomorrow morning. I do better at paying attention and 'hunt' in the morning."


(ooc: End of Day 3 for Draco. I hope that Kalamos approves.) [Master Jupiterian Talk Off!]
 
Tandy went to her room, having made certain Rilina was taken care of. She ate little. Anticipation always killed her appetite.

"Tomorrow would be a great game to play.", she thought in falling asleep.

(on to Arthenas day 4 then, Kalamos, as soon as Rilina finishes up)
 
Day 4 will start at midnight, and I have in store a couple of surprises to spice the game up.
 
OOC: surpirses eh?!, ummm, and ones to 'spice things up'. <grinning evilly> Sounds like fun.
 
Recap.

-> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=14366


Day 3 in Arthena is almost over.
Tanandra and Rilina can still act before midnight.

I am posting the latest actions for Draco, then Day 4 in Arthena will begin.


Rachel, Vega and Seth are camped in the woods around Bisanthium.
Day 3 will end for them as soon as they decide to rest.


Stappleton [and his faithful worg, Mokambo] are trudging through the woods; Stapp remembers shrines to the water goddness used to rise by sources and mountain streams. He could look for it the next Day.


Phoros Visgana [and Valdor, if HDS feels like 🙂 ] are still in Maxiamorea, but they are planning to leave it, for their next destination - whatever it might be.

Am I forgetting any active characters/players?
 
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(OOC: Taking control of Vega so that he, Rachel and Sethos can proceed to the next day.)

"If you mean the fight that broke out at the slaver's place, I was there." Vega replied while seated on the grass, with one hand on the arrow wound. The makeshift bandage that Rachel applied had stopped the bleeding for now. "But aside from the slaver whom I used to work for, I did not know any of the men there. I received this wound from a guard during the short fight in which I saved her..." he gestured towards Rachel. "... from the slaver. There was a half-dragon there and he was the one who dealt with the guards. I do not know where he went after that."

He and Rachel noticed that it was getting late in the night. They would have to camp here and continue with whatever they wanted to do the next day. Rachel laid some sticks on the ground and, using a simple spell that she learnt when she was younger, started a fire with her hands. She laid on Vega's cape that he had placed on the ground earlier, realizing that a man like Vega would not have any trouble sleeping on grass.

"You can join us if you want." she called out to Sethos. "We don't mind having another person in our little group." With that said, fatigue took over her and she soon fell asleep.

(OOC: It's up to Ksilrebu whether Seth sleeps together with them. Rachel and Vega are now resting until Day 4 comes.)
 
(( Sorry for the huge away time. Moving and all, so there'll be a bit of delay. Sorry about all that then. ))

Seth nodded and stared blankly. This man had been in melee with Bisanthium guards and a half dragon, and had not only managed to bear himself to safety but this woman too, with as little as one wound to show for the deed? Still, it occured to himself he was getting ahead of himself.

"I guess if you guys are alright with it, I'll sleep here, too..."

He had barely begun to sit down when Rachel cast the spell igniting the firewood. A competetive spark rose within him, and for a moment he fancied to sport some one-upsmanship, and make the fire a bit "bigger". At the thought of fighting the other one, though, even wounded, his fledgling horomones lost hold and what little reason he posessed dictated his actions.

So quickly did he fall asleep, that time, that he scarce took note that it was another's magic that had sparked the fire by which he did repose.

(( I'll move on to day 4 now. ))
 
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