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Topic: Traveller game interest?
Subject: asdf


I am largely in the same boat, as unhelpful as that is.

Posted on 2014-04-26 at 20:04:11.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


Well you guys obviously need to fight to the death.

Posted on 2014-04-24 at 14:20:04.

Topic: Traveller game interest?
Subject: adf


I can honestly say I have never even heard so much as a whisper about this game.

What are we looking at here?

Posted on 2014-04-24 at 02:20:22.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


I had a dream that you all posted, but all your posts were set in modern time. You had a bus.

Do half of that.

Posted on 2014-04-23 at 14:34:02.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


I would consider yourself lucky that while surveying the field you were not in the midst of combat with friendly fire flying about willynilly.



Posted on 2014-04-23 at 03:17:43.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


Some quick info.

Anyone who gathered information is getting what they ascertained in a PM, its up to them what they share.

Everyone passed their gather information checks, though to varying degrees. Sehanine and Tristan successfully aided another in their attempts.

Calopee had the rottenest of luck and critical failed her survival/search check to identify hazards and decent trap locations. Also lacking the ability to craft traps she didn't have much in the way of options.

Relos got some good reading in.

Posted on 2014-04-23 at 02:53:49.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Goats and WHEAT
Subject: Sandwiches in a bottle?


Mid-Morning, Isiah’s Hut, Schell

The wooden door of Isiah’s Hut closed with a thud, and for a moment a thoughtful silence hung over Fortune’s Favoured. The farmer’s request seemed simple enough, an honest pay for honest work, and no doubt the duty for local “heroes” seeking to continue their upswing into a fortune and fame. The paladin Relos, late to the group but first to lend his thoughts on the matter, got the discussion started.

“Well, to me it’s plain as day. People who want to live their lives feeding off of the fear of others need to answer for making others so miserable. On the subject of payment, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I took any money from him and his family. I have enough gold for myself to live comfortably, so my share will go back to Isiah. By all means if any of you want to keep your share please do so, it will be rightfully earned by possibly risking your life. Hopefully it won’t need to come down to violence but something tells me that these people won’t be so easily swayed.”

Relos’s selflessness with regard to payment was unique, if not unexpected. Though he’d been with the group only a short time, his stance of moral behaviour and championing of noble causes was evident, and there was no one around the table surprised to hear the paladin’s desire to assist Isiah.

Following the knight’s lead, Malachi followed up with his own thoughts.

"I agree with the paladin. We're heroes, dammit. It's time we ante up and start doing some hero work. I'm perfectly happy riding that dead knight's coattails for a little while, but that reputation can only last so long before we're expected to start doing some real good. Now I'm not from here but I can see improvements in this village already - they need someone to look up to. Relos, you're probably right on the subject of violence. It's something I'm used to. We can stand together if need be, but I'm a bit flat at the moment. You'll not think worse of me for accepting payment, I hope."

Unaware of his own possible lack of tact in mentioning the less than honest nature of their group’s formation, Mal rose as if prepared to leave in search of more information. His knowing gaze over at Relos to seek some sort of affirmation reminded him perhaps a second too late of why they avoided mentioning one particular squashed knight. At least, it was a moment too late to avoid Calopee, quick to cover up issues with a lie, from jumping in to save face in front of the paladin.

The halfling’s sudden laugh brought the attention of the group to her. "Silly Mal. Just because you decided to use the name of a dead knight to spread your fame, doesn't mean we all had to stoop to that low. I'm perfectly fine EARNING my pledge as a hero."

For what he initially lacked in subtlety, Mal was quick to improvise in return to the loquacious Calopee, and the two of them railed off a quick series of lies to divert Relos’s attention away from Mal’s earlier slip. In truth, the “argument” quickly turned into so much confusion to the paladin that any concerns he had had quickly turned into more bewilderment. Calopee, satisfied with the obfuscation she’d laid, turned back to the group with a huff.

”"If we are to use this place as a site for... 'negotiations', it's probably best that I scope out the field and find any defensive points of value, and map out where we might be most vulnerable. Especially if this horseman brings along a few mounted friends... We shall want options."

Tristan and Sehanine were quick to agree, each voicing concern for learning more about the situation they were about to find themselves in. A rendezvous time was decided on, and the group dispersed to fulfill whatever duties they’d taken on to themselves. Only Relos remained in the hut, possibly to refocus his mind, possibly to avoid spending time with the group that had so expertly put on a quick production for his unknowing benefit. As the last of the group stepped out, the half-elf pulled a small book from his belongings, laying it out on the table before him to study over while preparing himself for the day ahead.

*~~~~~~~~~*


Mid-Morning, Isiah’s Fields, Schell

Calopee head stepped out of the hut first, and to her relief she noticed the goat that had been left to graze nearby had wandered off into the fields. Somehow she felt the goat’s eyes on her, though she couldn’t determine if it was truly happening or just the side effect of spending a drunken night amongst the goat’s kin. Mal stepped out shortly after her, and the pair of them shared a sigh of relief as their eyes met. Calopee watched Mal head slowly up the road toward Schell, while she busied herself around Isiah’s field. If they were going to make the best of this task, perhaps using the time allotted to them would be of some benefit.

Isiah’s farm seemed ill-suited for providing benefits however, and Calopee’s surveying of the ground provided little in the way of helpful pitfalls or otherwise decent trap preparation. The wheat fields were towards the town, giving no cover facing the direction Isiah had mentioned the marauders approaching from. The gradual slope west from the farmhouse was sparsely occupied by a handful of trees, though none were close enough to one another to properly rig any sort of snare. The plains beyond were just as bare, leaving little in the way of obstacles for approaching horsemen. It seemed if Fortune’s Favored were to protect this farmhouse, they’d have to be doing it themselves.

*~~~~~~~~~~*


Mid-Morning, Near the Bearded Dragon, Schell

Malachi strode steadily on into Schell, his mind racing to figure out more behind Isiah’s plight. He’d never been the most personable fellow, in fact the majority of people would probably consider him an asshole, but at the very least the citizens of Schell knew him more for his deeds than his remarks, for the time being at least. His reputation didn’t seem to be helping him in either direction however, as he seemed initially unable to find much in the way of help.

Several of the townsfolk it seemed had heard of Isiah’s problems, though few knew much more than Mal did already. The hours passed and Malachi was beginning to resolve himself to walking back to the farmhouse curiosity unanswered when he spied an older man sitting alone on a bench outside his ramshackle home, waving him over. Though initially just seeking to spend a minute with a hero of Fortune’s Favoured, the man seemed up for conversation, and the subject of Isiah’s harassers raised the man’s brow in a way that Malachi knew he’d perhaps found someone useful.

Having listened to what the man had to say, Malachi took note of the time. Nightfall was approaching, and he’d best make his way back to the group.

*~~~~~~~~~*


Mid-Morning, Throughout Schell

To say that Tristan and Sehanine had a history would be putting it mildly. Their shared past led to their simultaneous appearance at the events of Giant’s End, which would them even closer together within the Fortune’s Favoured. They did have a fair bit of experience with one another however, and they looked to put it to use as they stalked off together to find out what they’d got themselves up against.

Their first target was Isiah; the farmer had given them little in the way of detail on his harassers, which had left the moonlit elf less than satisfied. They found him in his field, checking his crops as his boys ran about, presumably doing their chores.

”It does truly gladden me to have your help.” The farmer had spotted them approaching, and greeted them with a friendly smile. ”You’re doing good by me, by this town. The people can see it.”

The pair bantered briefly with their host, seeking to find out more about his situation. The farmer was plain with them, he’d told all he knew in the hut that morning. His farm being chosen had seemed just as random and unlikely as the next, and he was grateful someone had answered his pleas. Tristan was there to remind Sehanine they had much to accomplish before nightfall, and the pair left the farmer to his work, heading further into Schell.

Schell seemed a hotbed of rumours for the pair, though sorting through them for those relevant seemed difficult. As with Malachi, the pair found many of Schell’s townsfolk had heard tell of Isiah’s issue, though not many knew how he could have found himself in such trouble. Their search for information caught the ear of a local labourer passing with a cart of lumber, and he was quick to spare a moment to assist the “Heroes of Schell” with what he knew.

As the sun began to set, Tristan and Sehanine made their way back to the hut, making good time and meeting Malachi as they arrived.

*~~~~~~~~~*


An hour before nightfall, Isiah’s Hut, Schell

Isiah’s hut was swimming with delicious scents, and as the group reconvened Isiah was ladling portions of fire warmed stew into rough wooden bowls for those assembled. Along with a plate of bread, he laid out a humble but filling spread on the table, and with quick assurances to Calopee that the stew contained no goat, the party sat to eat and discuss.

Isiah’s question started the meal out with the weight the circumstances deserved.

”What haf’ you decided, then?” He looked over at the boys, who had all but fallen asleep laying before the fire. ”And what can we do to help?”

(OOC: Stuff in the Q&A and individual PMs to follow)


Posted on 2014-04-23 at 02:51:08.
Edited on 2015-10-26 at 22:04:29 by Grugg

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: adfs


I have become distracted with what can only truly be described as a frenzy.

I will update as soon as possible?

They are wild.

Posted on 2014-04-22 at 00:24:38.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: dsfg


Writing and rollin', we'll get this moving and whatnot.

Can't believe this has only been a week of playing, when I was planning this I figured it'd take at least two weeks to move along like this.

I'm going to need a bigger boat. Metaphorically.

And literally. I have no boat.

Posted on 2014-04-21 at 01:15:49.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah posts are in and my head feels comfortably smaller.

Just making sure I have everybody's actions, this is what I'm working with for the update unless someone tells me otherwise.

Mal is going off to Gather Information
Tristan and Sehanine are Gathering Information (together? aiding one another?)
Calopee is scouting the area for defensive positions and general lay of the land
Relos is...preparing for the fight? Thinking of ways to prevent unnecessary deaths?

Lemme know if I'm wrong

Posted on 2014-04-20 at 16:07:17.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: aF


I have to reread this when I am less hungover to figure out what's actually gone on, but I'm excited?

Maybe?

Goddamn I don't even know. Still looking for Nimu for the next update.

Posted on 2014-04-20 at 02:20:11.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: sadf


I'm out of town for the next couple days, should be back Sunday-ish.

If we get posts from Nimu and Chessic I'll be able to drop an update then too.

Posted on 2014-04-18 at 17:30:23.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: kjaopdsf


You guys are fantastic.

BUT HARK, OUR POSTS PER DAY HAS DROPPED TO AN UNSIGHTLY 4.4!

No seriously, take your time, this is ridiculous. Awesome, but ridiculous.


Posted on 2014-04-16 at 14:33:06.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


I personally love the "riding the dead knight's coattails" bit. Because...

A) It makes no sense to Relos other than confusing him slightly.

and

B) Mal is an asshole, stands to reason he'd constantly nearly let the cat out of the bag because he just doesn't care.

All in all wonderful.

Posted on 2014-04-16 at 02:05:17.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


Really liking the posts so far, and the clip we're moving at is phenomenal.

On Jozan's point, I have to agree on being careful about taking liberty with one another's characters. Often time a simple PM "hey if I do this how would you react" is enough to get the idea before jumping ahead and posting without it.

Just really hate to see any player see their character get "forced" to act in a way they don't like, for any reason. Just courteous.

But seriously, I am enjoying the hell out of this.

Posted on 2014-04-16 at 01:54:57.
Edited on 2014-04-16 at 01:56:27 by Grugg

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Something


Something I should mention, anyone with relevant skills they'd like to use outside of dedicating a game post to (ie Knowledge Skills, anything you consider your character would just "know" like using a use rope check to see if a knot is secure from sight, etc) feel free to post it in this thread and I'll give a roll and get back to you.

Just a note though, Knowledge skills are "trained only", so no spamming untrained checks for every thing you see.

Posted on 2014-04-15 at 04:31:13.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Alright


So in about 24 hours, we've already got the first update up, this is where things get started.

Feel free to discuss plans whatever in here, and whatnot, also a few pms are sent out.

Posted on 2014-04-15 at 04:08:50.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Goats and WHEAT
Subject: The life of sedentary farmer adventurers


An Hour Past Dawn, The Bearded Dragon, Schell

Breakfast had gone a long way towards curing the ills a night of “rewards” had brought upon the Fortune’s Favoured, though Tristan had been given a decent reason for being distrustful of eggs in the near future courtesy of the capricious Sehanine, and though memories of the night before remained hazy, Argos has kindly filled them in on just what sort of mess their drunken mouths had gotten them into. Though the prospect of a trek to a farm at the crack of dawn with the way the group’s heads felt seemed daunting, they did have at the very least a reputation to uphold. Resting on their laurels wouldn’t sustain them forever, and the promise of half a summer’s harvest in reward for work appeared fair enough, though to a man they couldn’t remain what task they’d agreed to perform.

The group set about preparing, Sehanine’s cantrip flitting about the room tidying messy hair and scrubbing scuffs off of armour. It tracked Relos down outside, where he decided to take a quick shower under a water pump scarcely tall enough for a Halfling, and probably left him feeling quite foolish as the bit of arcane magic left him cleaner than the muddy pond water the pump provided ever possibly could. Through the quiet hubbub of preparation strode Malachi, heading over to the bar to take advantage of Argos’s half-sarcastic offer of another round.

Mug of potent piss-water in his hand, Mal made to head upstairs before turning back to Argos. ”Oh, and Argie? I've forgotten, well, basically every detail of what that old farmer wanted. You got any idea?”

If the rotund barkeep had any objection to the clearly ridiculous nickname it only displayed on his face an instant before being replaced swiftly with one of his trademark toothy grins.

”Don’t rightly know, Mally,” the emphasis on this new nickname was obvious, ”,to tell the truth I was half in the bag myself.”

*~~~~~~~~~~*


An Hour After Dawn, Schell

Back outside, the group was once more assaulted by the harsh light of day. Their resolve steeled by a hearty breakfast in their stomachs and their headaches abated by an hour of wakefulness, they began the short walk to where Argos had described Isiah’s farm as being. As they left, Calopee spared a cautious glance towards the neighbouring goat pen, where much to her dismay multiple goats had lined up along the fence, solemnly watching her pass. She resolved not to think on the matter as they turned onto another muddy trail and began their commute to a dawn appointment they were already late for.

Since the incident at what was now referred to as Giant’s End, changes had started in the once silently hopeless town, changes that were readily apparent even over the length of the groups short jaunt to Isiah’s farm. Moods seemed elevated, and the citizens who just a month ago seemed unmotivated now moved with just that much more pep. Whether they’d intended it to or not, it seemed the mere presence of Fortune’s Favoured had impacted Schell for the better.

It took them less than thirty minutes to reach Isiah’s farm, hardly difficult to locate given the dearth of homesteads as they moved further from the town centre. Like many of Schell’s farms, Isiah’s land lay outside what little protection the town provided, requiring more open space for the crops, which Sehanine easily identified primarily as wheat. They made their way west along the sloppy mud path through the fields, arriving at the small stone hut that served as Isiah’s farmhouse. To the right of the hut stood a small shed, which from the looks of the plough lying idly nearby seemed to serve as housing for Isiah’s farming equipment. Beyond the hut’s thatched roof to the west lay a soft decline down to the shore of the Cordovan Basin about three miles away and further on beyond that the distant sands of the Corsian Desert were just visible on the horizon.

Almost as if on cue, the hut’s wooden door swung open, and a fit but middle aged man dressed in simple clothes appeared in the opening. He seemed familiar to the group, in a “drunkenly discussed various topics at length while extremely inebriated” sort of way, and his welcoming smile and expectant gaze served to confirm their suspicions that this was indeed Isiah, the man they’d promised to assist the night before.

”Almost gave up waitin’ there.” the man’s kind voice was a nonetheless full of excitement, ”Well come in, I’ll be expectin’ the kids will want to meet you before we get down to business, then.”

As quickly as he’d appeared in the doorway, Isiah disappeared back into his home, leaving the group a little at a loss in front of the hut. Their pause was interrupted by the bleat of a seemingly ubiquitous goat, and a cursory glance revealed a solitary goat tethered to a post not far from the hut. As it turned its unblinking gaze toward Calopee, the group decided perhaps following Isiah into his hut was the best course of action, and made their way through the doorway into the farmer’s home.

*~~~~~~~~~~*


Mid-Morning, Isiah’s Hut, Schell

Isiah’s home was small, but cozy. The main room was almost entirely dominated by a dining table, and a fireplace roared in its space on the wall on the left as the group entered. A half open door provided a glimpse of a bedroom across from the entry, and at the sound of the front door slamming shut a pair of young boys burst free from it, eager to meet their local idols. After a minute of fawning and incessant questions that didn’t quite make sense or seem to have any sort of punctuation, Isiah shuffled the boys outside to do their chores before sitting at his table and gesturing for the group to do the same.

”I can’t rightly tell you how please I am you’re helping us,” Isiah began, his gratitude plain in his voice ”,with the way life’s been here and the boys and all, I just can’t afford to lose the farm.”

He looked up at the group, their expressions a mix of blank puzzlement.

”Figured you’d have trouble rememberin’, state you were in last night.” the man’s tanned skin showed its age as his wrinkles became more prominent, ”I’ve been having trouble with som’ folk from the sands.”

Isiah’s explanation continued, and piece by piece his request from the night before was recalled by the group. A week past, Isiah had been met in his field by a horseman wearing clothes that marked him as an outsider to Schell. His terms had been clear, Isiah was to vacate his farm by the end of the week or he and his boys would be forcibly evicted. The horseman’s tone had left no uncertainty as to his meaning, and though Isiah hadn’t been confronted directly in the days since, he thought he’d spotted the rider a few times as he worked his field.

His requests to the town guards had yielded no results, their lack of manpower and poor equipment limiting them to within the town itself, and Isiah’s time had all but run out. He’d lost sleep, worried for the sake of his family, and he was sure he’d heard the stomp of horses outside his home in the nights that had passed. His plea the night before had been of desperation, his deadline for escape was fast approaching; he reckoned he had until shortly after nightfall before the rider’s time limit expired.

”I’m not a man of means, but I’m due a payment on the first half of my crops shortly.” Isiah concluded, ”I fear for my land and the lives of my boys, if you can help me, I’ll give you every coin I make from the sale, it’s all I can offer.”

Isiah rose, and for the first time the group could see a very real fear in the man’s eyes.

”I haf’ta attend my stock, please make yourselves at home while you consider my offer.” Giving the group a nod, Isiah stepped outside into the fresh air, leaving Fortune’s Favoured alone around his dining table, a decision before them.


Posted on 2014-04-15 at 04:06:38.
Edited on 2015-10-26 at 22:03:34 by Grugg

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf


The F-bombs, as well as I believe $#!t get filtered out automatically, hence my lack of worry.

Also, if you guys start asking me for phonetics for every character I introduce, this is going to be a long game.

Also, you've all posted. Already. Holy crap.

I'll...get writing I guess.

Posted on 2014-04-15 at 00:25:58.

Topic: Gritty and Realistic D&D variants?
Subject: asdf


There is a variant in unearted arcana where you have a pool of "endurance" and then one for "hp" where if I remember correctly endurance is like you normally would do HP but your "HP" is just your constitution score.

Normally if you get hit you take it off your endurance first, and then when that's done it goes off your HP, but if you get hit with a crit it skips the doubling or whatever and goes straight off your HP.

Didn't explain this overly well because it's 7am, but basically it means if someone crits you, you're almost certainly dead. Kinda provides that one wrong move you die feel.

Posted on 2014-04-14 at 14:24:46.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: sdaf


The pace, the quality of posts, and the energy I'm getting from this is phenomenal.

I know I said one post a week minimum, but I'll update as soon as we have all five, and will continue to do so.

We're really rolling here.

Posted on 2014-04-14 at 14:21:52.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: jik


Drop it like it's hot.

Posted on 2014-04-13 at 23:00:48.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Boom


Part two now up.

Commence posting, and discussing and breakdancing.

Breakdancing optional, other two not.

Questions may be asked here.

Posted on 2014-04-13 at 22:41:00.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Goats and WHEAT
Subject: And Part Two


A far cry from the bustling streets and shop lined roads typical of a Cordovan city, Schell has always been a town foreign to success. Originally a labourer camp built for the indentured servants of wealthy Cordovan merchants, the move to autonomous township did little to change Schell’s fortunes. Taxes and tithes gouged what little income its citizens generated, and the regiments sent from the capital to protect its borders held little desire for protect the town’s interests. The townsfolk would refer to their home in unkind terms, hopeless and ignored chief among them, and as Schell’s fortunes soured, so too did the attitudes of its citizens. It is not ironic then, that what would eventually be one of the few bright spots in the town’s history was a series of lies brought on by rampant destruction by a malevolent force.

The giant Feephyfophum, far from his home at the base of the Gray Mountains to the north, had come to the Schell countryside, hungry and restless. The gurgles in his massive stomach attracted him to the farms that surrounded the town, one of the few sources of income the people of Schell relied on, and his unrestrained wrath was terrible. Farm after farm was destroyed, their livestock devoured, their farmhouses shattered, those workers unlucky enough to be caught slain or worse. The capital as per usual paid no mind to the plight of its least profitable township, focussing on its ongoing expansion and domination of Jenoa at the expense of the lives of Schell’s citizens, and soon a breaking point was reached.

A militia was formed, makeshift weapons were gathered and Schell’s citizens boldly sought out the rampaging giant, rationalising that it would be better to die defending their home then sitting idly by its destruction. Their vengeance was cut short however, as they arrived at the giant’s encampment to find the great creature already defeated, lying face down on the earth, surrounded by four strangers unknown to the townsfolk.

Hailed as heroes and defenders of good honest folk, the group that became known as Fortune’s Favoured were a cause for celebration in Schell. Optimism and a sense of community the town had never known were flourishing. Men who’d wasted their days on drink found their nerve and enlisted in the town guard, children went about pretending to be their favourite hero and the Beard Dragon, the local tavern and truthfully the only financially successful business Schell had ever known, donated its guest quarters to the group, hoping to gain a bit of fame itself for being the home of the local heroes.

Things in Schell were looking up, for everyone except the Fortune’s Favoured.

*~~~~~~~~~~*


Dawn, the front stoop of the Bearded Dragon, Schell

Malachi awoke with a start, his head pounding. Groggily opening his eyes, he decided better of it and shut them again as the harsh light of day overwhelmed his senses. He turned, reaching for his blanket to return to sleep but was dismayed to find his grasp found only a handful of grass. His shock suddenly turned to understanding as he realised where he had made his bed for the night. Rising to his feet, he surveyed his surroundings. It was, as he expected, the ditch outside the Bearded Dragon.

Memories came flooding back as his haze lifted; Argos the Innkeeper had offered them a job. Something about killing the rats in his cellar, with the promise of a golden reward. A golden reward that in fact had turned out to be as much of Argos’s homebrewed ale as they could stomach. Not exactly what most would consider a proper reward (or what most considered golden, the ale’s colouring resembled more of a shade of stagnant piss) but one the Fortune’s Favoured had indulged in none the less.

Arfar’s beard! That must have been some strong stuff. He found himself thinking. His thoughts turned to his companions, perhaps they’d made it back to the room. He wondered if he’d find himself the butt of any jokes about this event.

His question was answered by a loud *thud* as an armoured form unceremoniously tumbled from its resting place on a tree branch hanging at the tavern’s far corner. Relos, the half-elven paladin of Gian raised himself up from the underbrush and met Malachi’s eye, where they seems to share an unspoken understanding of just what the pounding war drums in their heads felt like. They were joined by the sounds of confusion coming from the awning overhanging the tavern door, and they raised their eyes to find the chosen trickster of Discq, Tristan, clearly unaccustomed to the strength of Argo’s brew and a loss to explain his choice of precarious resting place.

The tavern door squeaked its way open as the group’s arcane seductress Sehanine joined the newly awakened outside. Where she spent the night in the tavern was a mystery, but from the disheveled look of her hair she hadn’t located much in the way of a pillow. The unwelcome bleating of some a goat located the final member of their band, the Halfling Calopee, who inexplicably found herself sleeping in a goat pen across the muddy street from the tavern, encircled by inquisitive goats. Composing themselves as best they could, the next sound the group heard was a deep bellowing laughter as the enormous form of Argos struggled to fit out through the doorway of his tavern.

”Bwhaha, still here, eh?” the large hairy man bellowed, ”Wondered how far you’d make it in that condition.”

The group stared blankly at their host. Almost on cue, a goat nudged Calopee’s leg, bleating loudly and breaking the silence.

”Can’t have our heroes hungry in the street now can we?” Argos’s enormous face shifted into a large toothy grin. ”Why don’t you come inside for some breakfast, unless you’d rather play with the goats.”

Argos turned and vanished through the tavern door, and the Fortune’s Favoured, lacking anything in the way of better options and slightly disoriented from the bright sunlight, followed his lead.

*~~~~~~~~~~*


The Bearded Dragon, Schell

It was often said the Bearded Dragon was the crown jewel of Schell, and given the town’s history of poor luck it’s quite unsurprising that most of the townsfolk’s gold goes to a place that serves a drink which helps you forget your misfortunes. Its star only shone all the brighter since the emergence of the Fortune’s Favoured, with Argos being savvy enough donate his upstairs room to the group as a base of operations the tavern is always full of locals hoping to catch a glimpse of the “giant slayers”. That morning however, was a rare exception to the rule, as the inn was empty save Argos and the five.

A simple enough building for a simple town, the Bearded Dragon (named for an adventurer who had frequented the town a few years past) was nonetheless cozy, sporting three long tables with benches along the wall adjacent to the bar counter, where Argos was often posted making small talk with his clientele. Mounted on a plaque above the barrels of homebrewed ale behind the bar were a pair of gauntlets, a memento Argos picked up in his brief time as an adventurer, or so he claimed. A small door on the wall across from the tables led to a staircase to the sparse second floor, where both Argos’s private quarters and Fortune’s Favoured “headquarters” (little more than five poorly constructed beds behind a door that never quite shut right) were located on either side of a short hallway. A simple business indeed, though when the winds turned chill and Argos saw fit to ignite the fire pit in the centre of the tavern, it was hard to find a comfier place to rest in all of Schell.

A comfy place to rest served the group just fine as Argos brought over plates of bread and eggs, the night before was still doing a number on their throbbing heads, and little conversation broke out over breakfast. As their meal neared completion, Argos strode over, collecting plates and wiping down the table surface. Stacking the dishware on the bar, the large man peered back over his shoulder at the group still sitting quietly at the table.

”So are you getting going then? You told Isiah you’d be there by sunrise.”

The looks of confusion across the faces of the Fortune’s Favoured led to one of Argos’s trademark toothy grins.

”Thought as much, didn’t know what you were doing making those promises with the amount you’d had to drink by that point.”, he gave a hearty laugh, ”Still though, might be something worth checking out. As I recall he was promising you, now what was it, half the value of his summer crop for your help?”

The talk of reward made the ears of the few of the group’s members perk up.

”His farm’s not far west of here if I remember correctly,”, Argos made his way behind the and began filling himself a tankard of his homebrewed ale, ”not even that far of a walk, could probably still arrive timely if you left now.”

He took a large gulp of ale and gave a small laugh. ”Unless you’d rather sit around here and have another round?”

(OOC: LEEEEEEEEEEEET'S GET IT GOING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!)


Posted on 2014-04-13 at 22:39:43.
Edited on 2015-10-26 at 22:02:02 by Grugg

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Part 1


Part One of the opening post is up! Part two to come up shortly, so please don't post in the thread yet.

NotthatIhadtotellyouthatyou'renotevenintroducedinthestoryyetgoddamn.

In the meantime, feel free to enjoy some mad fluff and semi-backstory.

Posted on 2014-04-13 at 19:30:08.

 
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