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

[jack cloudy]

Eno arval

Eno shrugged.
"Well, or maybe he just doesn't like to cause a fuss. Besides, if he knows how to lead it, things might end up being just fine. I imagine it would have been worse if the Guar was rabid." He said and then bowed to pluck the big lump of grass from his own Guar's mouth. The creature grunted in protest and he patted it on the head.
"Sorry, my friend. But we must get moving and people would complain if you left part of your meal all over the place. I'll make it up to you later, ok?" Eno told it. When it was their turn to move, he gave a light tug on the leash and they walked towards the gate.

Haz

Haz sniffed when he heard the proclamation.
"Good. The sooner we move, the sooner we get there and the sooner I can stop playing this charade and make these filthy boneheads rue the day they set foot on our lands." He thought and looked over at the old decrepit collection of meat and bones beside him. They hadn't even left Balmora yet and already the Guar was trembling on its legs.
"Oh, for the love of...You stupid clerk! I'll get you for this somehow!" With an audible sigh, Haz unceremoniously heaved the pack of construction materials off its back, harnass and all. He then tied the belts and straps around himself.
"Now I'm the packanimal myself. This might have actually been amusing if I were anywhere else. Ah well, what do I do with this worthless piece of meat now?" The Argonian thought while he struggled to control his silent rage. Every fibre in his being right now begged to lash out at someone, anyone.

After a second of thought, he came to a decision and actually smiled behind the rags that covered his face.
"Meat, that's right. I'll just use you as a walking food resource. After all, if you end up dying along the way, and I bet you will, no one will have any right to complain if I turn your corpse into travel rations."

The Guar didn't protest when the Argonian dragged it along after the rest of the caravan. Perhaps it didn't know it was moving towards its doom, perhaps it didn't care. Perhaps both. Or, as Haz reasoned, most likely it just wasn't in its nature to think or care about anything.