The Ghostfence rp: Playground 1 Options

[jack cloudy]

Well, here we go. This is the thread where the actual rp will take place. I suppose that I'll go first.
Note: Right now mentioning locations isn't important because odds are everyone will be in Balmora, but later on it might be usefull. Like when people split up and stuff.

Eno Arval, Balmora. (Gah, got his name wrong in the first post already. Not a good start)

"Next stop, Balmora! Please remember to collect your luggage before departing. Also watch your step and do not jump, levitate, ropewalk or do anything else that would be either obstruct your fellow travelers or be hazardous for your health." The caravan-master shouted. The trio of Siltstriders slowed down as their steps became shorter. Waving gently from side to side, they broke formation and each headed towards its own ramp where workers already stood prepared to receive them.

One passenger, a middle-aged Dunmer dressed in brown, looked up from the small flute he'd been carving.
"Ah, finally there. Balmora, it sure hasn't changed much since the last time I visited." He muttered and put away the scalpel he had been using.

The Siltstrider he was on came to a halt and a ramp was placed against its side, secured by hooks that were lodged between the creature's plates.
"You may now disembark. Thank you for accepting our service and we hope to see you again soon." The master said and gestured towards the ramp. The Dunmer nodded politely and got off.

"Now then. I should rent myself a Guar first before I join up with a caravan. What did the brochure say again?" He thought, taking out the leaflet he'd picked up in Ald-ruhn.
"Ah, here it is. A stall has been erected in front of the council house where one may register for transportation to Ghostfence, as well as rent Guars and buy supplies. Be advised that by order of the Temple, all must accept the task of ferrying two sacks of supplies intended for the construction-site. Those who have been assigned as escorts for their respective caravans are exempt from this duty." He read. In his mind, he made a quick calculation on how much more he could take with him without overloading the Guar he was going to rent.



OOC: Umm yeah. I suppose we can go and dismiss the whole 'two sacks' thing if you really want to. It was really just an attempt to make sure that at least some construction-critical supplies would be coming with the caravan.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Dec 23 2008, 12:18 PM

[bbqplatypus]

Apelles Velvus, Balmora

"Well, we'll see about that."

They both stood there silently for a couple of minutes while the Armigers searched through the bags. Finally, after all the materials in them had been examined, one of them spoke.

"Well, we've searched everything, but we didn't find anything illegal."

Apelles's eyes widened with shock. "WHAT!? That's impossible!"

The Armiger shrugged. "All we found was exactly what he said was in there."

"Let me see..." He stormed over to the guars and took one of the bags. Desperately, he rummaged through it, taking things out and searching for interior pockets. He got down on his hands and knees and searched the guar itself for hidden bags. But he was a scout, not a customs agent. He found nothing.

"Impossible..." he gasped, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Then, he got to his feet and turned back toward Heleran, who had an ill-concealed smug grin plastered across his face. "You...you won't get away with this! I'll be watching you!"

One of the Armigers brushed him aside, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience. Meanwhile, Apelles stormed back toward the south wall clearance, to an area away from the other escorts, who were now staring at him with looks of suspicion and puzzlement on their faces.