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

"Oh my, most unpleasant. I'll never get these cleaned now." Eno complained upon being forced to walk right through a pile of Guar waste products. He would have preferred to swerve to the side an avoid it, but that would mean bumping into Rothan. Though, as the instrument maker reflected, it wouldn't have made any difference. Rothan had been forced to walk through the same pile as well.

"Just what do they feed their Guars up ahead? At least give them a bit less of it." He then muttered and tried his best to scrape off what he could on the sand and ash. He wasn't having much luck.

"I hope we don't run into too much trouble on the way." The priest said a short time later.
"Likewise. But look at all the protection we have. You would need a small army to seriously threaten us. That, or a really large and vicious ash storm." Eno replied cheerfully.
"But having this many swords...does that imply that the Armigers are expecting a small army worth of trouble?" He frowned as the thought rose up in his mind.
"I have to forget about that. I'm probably just imagining things."

Fortunately for him, the woman he'd met earlier decided this was the perfect time to play some music.
"Ah, just what we needed to make this trip enjoyable. That's a nice tune, I wonder where its from." The old man said to no one in particular and promptly forgot most of his worries.
"It looks like the flute I made is in good hands as well. That makes giving it away for free completely worth it."



This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Feb 28 2009, 10:54 PM

[Dantrag]

Dralas

Dralas' head was somewhere else while Rianne played her song. His eyes roamed the countryside and his mind wandered until he almost ran into a mer in front of him.

The caravan had stopped. Being at the rear and unable to see the reason over each others' heads, a loud murmur erupted amongst the travelers as they asked each other what the delay was about. Some people assumed that it was time to stop for the evening and began pitching shelters. Others kept their belongings on their guars and rested for a bit, but stayed ready to move. Dralas rolled up some hackle-lo and puffed on it.

He offered some to Rianne, who'd stopped playing now.

"What do you think is going on?"