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As all of you are engaged in your various pursuits, a horn sounds long and low. You have heard that this will be the signal for the feast. Are you going to continue with your current activity or go to the Emplacement Ceremony for Mistress Sasha (Ash's replacement)?

Edited on Thursday, October 7, 2004 09:49:46 PM by Keith Curtis

Nuyok will venture in that direction in an inconspicuous fashion.

"Sounds like fun! You suppose this one has an army of Riven too?"

Celeste will stick by Beka's side. If Beka goes to the ceremony, Celeste will observe this foreign ritual with some curiosity.

"Let's go see what's up!"

As soon as the sound was heard Lekchock forgot about all other conversations and was heading towards the comotion.

Vagrant tells his animal friends of his interest in the ceremony. Asks if they are coming along as well. If not, he'll head there regardless.

"I will go with you to the emplacement ceremony, Vagrant!"

"Come along then my fuzzy friend. Let's see what trouble you can get yourself into this fine day."

Ricco nods and follows along with Vagrant and Faliol.

OOC How many times have I posted that in the last couple of years? At least the Faliol part anyway...

OOC Faliol seems to be following Ricco's lead more often of late...

OOC Faliol seems to be following Ricco's lead more often of late...

The ceremony is farther for some than for others. It takes place in front of the Manor house, between the inn and the church.

Lekchock, Beka, Celeste and Cas can follow the procession from the Columbia as they lead Mistress Sasha along the road up the hill. She has an honor guard of soldiers in dress armor. There is a trumpeter among them who blows and answering note to the one by the manor.
Beka remembers that the cal and answer is somehow symbolic of the stones calling adepts from the wilderness to found the Great Cities and communicates as much. Back at the feast site, Brother Cadbury relates the same information to those assembled who are likewise unfamiliar with the ways of the Stone Folk.
Nuyok perhaps watches discreetly from a distance? In any case, he is nowhere to be seen.

Eventually, the entourage arrives. There is a brief interchange of fanfares and she approaches the gate to the manor house, where Commander Mako awaits. The grizzled veteran bows low and hands to her a ring of keys and his sword--scabbard and all, hilt-first. She takes the keys graciously and after touching it to her brow, buckles the sword incongruously to her own person.

Mistress Sasha herself is an older woman. She is lean and spare, with a face showing lines of much experience. Though dressed in finery, she looks ill-at-ease in it. Her expression is serious and somewhat austere, while her posture is standing stone straight.

Tall Father Jeo says a short blessing and anoints her, touching her temples, hands and heart with his lumina, which is set in the square-circle-triangle of Promethean faith.

Mistress Sasha then opens the gates to the manor and then turns to the crowd.
"Greetings soldiery, citizens and guests. It is my intention to leave this gate unlocked. Let any who have grievance or need come to me for council."

There is polite, but sincere applause.

"This fort has stood for several generations, enduring seige and growing in prosperity. It is my intention that it should again resume those duties for which it was built. The road between Adala and Tallon is the oldest trade road in the League, if not the wide world. My gracious order of our most revered Archon, I have been given the authority to strengthen the garrison and to coordinate efforts between our great Cities to repair and rebuild the road. There shall once again be guard posts on the roads. Sanctuaries shall be founded or rebuilt that were destroyed decades ago. Though it will doubtless take years to accomplish, the Lizard Road will be reclaimed from the jungle and made a highway upon which goods may travel freely."

After a moment of surprised silence, there is more applause, louder and harder than before.

"And finally, since I am not really one for long speeches, let us eat."

There is considerable enthusiasm as people begin to seat themselves at the long benches. The fare is good. Tallon Redbean and rice, with cakes of firm brown bread. There is a quantity of cheese from Boothia, baked fish from the Inlet and watered wine and ale. Doom stands apart, glowering pointedly at the primary offenders from last night's debacle. He needn't; the atmosphere is far less raucous and more respectable than the drunken brawl.

With the exception of Nuyok and various members of the ship crews and fort garrison (including the Master of the Columbia), all the PCs and NPCs are present and available for conversation.

Edited on Tuesday, September 21, 2004 02:52:43 PM by Keith Curtis

"Do you suppose we should tell her about the book thingy?" Cas says. She doesn't seem to be trying to keep her voice down considering the subject matter.

Celeste looks up when Cas mentions THE book. "You may as well tell her. Enough people died because of it, and if we don't tell her, someone else will. This is a place for the telling of many tales, some of which, I am sure, will grow with the telling and re-telling." And then she looks at Cas realizing that Cas actually remembered something. "You didn't forget Cas."

"I know I remembered it," Cas says, "but I don't remember much beyond that now. I remember a bit about the last time we were here only because I can still feel the sword in me."

After a moment, "I'll wait until after the dinner. This is not the place to mention such things. Stories told in front of a crowd carry a different purpose than those told in private. And if I'm lucky, this one won't try to kill me."

Having had a rather late breakfast, Celeste picks at the meal and tries to keep a lookout for the man whose presence seems to anger and confound her employer. Specifically, she is keeping an eye out for Vance.

Faliol mumbles to Ricco and Vagrant. "'I the high and mighty uppity adept do yada yada yada...' By the stones! I am glad that is over with. I am hungry."

Did anyone hear that?
[roll]:
Roll: 13 Tuesday, September 21, 2004 06:59:37 PM

Faliol's opinions remain private to himself and friends.

Ricco frowns over at Faliol, thought his countenance seems distant. "The Adepts be the best we be havin' Faliol. They be due the respect. They be deservin' it. Still, here at the Lizard, you can't be doin' worse than the last guy within' the job."

Vagrant lets out a short laugh at Ricco's understatement.

Picking a reasonable portion, he begin to eat. He looks around taking in the crowd. If his ancient police instinct pick up anything but innocent merry making he'll concentrate on that.

Perception 11-
[3d6]:
Roll: 4, 4, 2 = 10 STUN, 3 BODY Wednesday, September 22, 2004 09:39:01 AM

Streetwise 12-
[3d6]:
Roll: 2, 2, 1 = 5 STUN, 2 BODY Wednesday, September 22, 2004 09:39:01 AM

Now, the right paw enters the fray...on the side of the mouth!

Right paw grabs left paws' wrist and tugs it away. Mouth takes the opportunity to yell out, "Respect...!!!" before left paw slips like a wriggly worm out of right paw's grip to smother the fox kit's foolish orifice!

"MMMMMMFFF!!! NNNHHHGGGFF!!! AAAAHHH!!!"

Mouth has had enough, it bites left paw!

Left and right hind legs take opposite sides and the fox kit sprawls with a thud....

"Dat be da new town elder den?" He asks as he sees the red beans and rice his eyes get big and he smiles.

"The old Master had... uh... problems." she finished lamely and looks for help from her comrades. "She will hold the lines of the fort and help protect it from... uh... reavers."

Snort!

What Faliol's mouth was going to say (Whispering, "Problems? Besides an allergy to antique boomsticks, arrows, and axes, combined with the tendency to fall off roofs and land on top of Reavers? That is horrible luck. Just horrible.")

What actually came out when his wiser left paw forcibly jammed his mouth shut before it could get them all lynched.

"MMMMFFFF!!!! MMM!!! GGGGMMMFFF!! MMMGGGFF!!!! etc."

Edited on Wednesday, September 22, 2004 03:44:23 AM by Bozimus

Edited on Wednesday, September 22, 2004 03:46:20 AM by Bozimus

"Well spoken! I agree with everything you said Master Fox! Let's eat!" Even though Beka had a late breakfast, she tucks into the fare with surprising zest. Peaches also starts on portions as large as she is!

Ricco adds a chuckle of his own at the Fox-kit's antics. Sobering thoughtfully, he queries Hamilton Caravan's wayward leader. "'ey Miss Beka, Ol' Riccoc be wonderin' 'bout your thoughts oven the future o' us. You be plannin' a boat trip, or it be a quick hike along the rest o' the road?"

"I like the road, it's cheaper and the profits are higher. The risks are a lot higher too. I anted to give it as an option to the crew but everyone has opted for the road so far. I just need to speak with our ever elusive adept. Where has he disappeared to I wonder!"

"The Master be feelin' right well o' that decision, Miss Beka." The sharp-eyed 'coon nods his head towards the back of the crowd.

Sure enough... Nuyok can be seen slipping about inobtrusively.

"The problem be the lack o' a wagon for Ol' Riccoco. His last one be wrecked by the Yar... folk we be meetin' along the Lizard. Withou' another... Ol' Riccoco's bargo be stuck at the Fort, 'ere."

OOC: For the benefit of moving along, I included Ricco seeing Nuyok making his way towards the Hamilton crew. If that is not the case... Please correct me!

He wasn't trying to hide from the company, after all.

OOC: I was thinking of making some sort of mention of this myself

"Have you looked into purchasing another? I know your cargo will have to take a special road into Tallon so I cannot help you with the space I have but you might be able to find one here."

Ricco nods emphaticially, gnowing grin curling one side of his masked face. "Be a fine thought Miss Beka... The only problem bein' a fair loss o' the pockets." He spreads his leathery-padded paws shrugging helplessly. "A new wagon be a fair price, one Ol' Riccoco be havin' a time payin' at this point..."

He shakes his head miserably, hoping against hope to find a pitcher of Berry Ale among the table toppings offerd for the event.

"Got anything to trade? Will your cargo trade here?"

Ricco shakes his head, sourly. "Ol' Riccoco not be offerin' that up to Tallon Fightin' Men..." He pauses, pondering the possibilities. Maybe, it isn't such a bad idea after all...

Does Ricco know if that would work?

I was under the impression the nipgin is illegal, but only to the Brewer's Guild. Does that Guild hold sway all the way out here in the Lizard?

Of course, Shado wouldn't be up for it much...

Your assumption would be that the sale of any alcohol would probably be regulated on a military base. Innkeeper Jame almost certainly has some sort of license and would likely be required to follow strong guidelines. Ie, report drunkenness, refuse to sell to on-duty soldiers, not allow any spirits to be consumed off-premises. That sort of thing. Also, yes, Shado would definitely take notice of it. (Positive or Negative, you don't know.)

Once the scene seems more relaxed, Nuyok will survey the area for Tallon guards, especially from the night at the inn, and if they see occupied or not present, he will make his way to the rest of the caravan.

Nuyok is interested in trying to change shape during the downtime to adjust his outward appearance to avoid possible notice by typical Tallon guards.

But we probably need to figure out what #s that would require. He has an 8- familiarity with the skill, and 8D6 of manipulate morphia. Base time for a transform is one year? Which means there are two sliding scales, one for the transform to take effect, and one for the time spent to effect the transfer (e.g., like how he takes longer to heal)? And each of which can be adjusted by adjusting the die roll needed for success?

Presumably it would be easy to take an hour to try this (+5), it is himself (+2 from the chart), overall similarity (+3), but then minuses for the power used to change (-2 for 4-5 dice, which on average is more than enough for a cosmetic change to Nuyok based on his BODY/Morphia), and minuses to reduce the transform time from one year (no book handy and the SE time chart only goes to a week, would it be -5 to make it take 5 hours to transform?), did I miss any other modifiers? The #s above would give him an 11-, unless I forgot something.

I'm going to go with the revised rules (the ones in the blue box)

Base Time 1 phase

Base Roll =8-
Subject is self +2 (10-)
No Morhic Template, ie. you're making up a new appearnce wholecloth), -3 (7-)
Using five dice -2 (5-)

Using Extra Time
1 hour, +5 (10-)
or 6 hours, +6 (11-)

If you decide to copy someone's morphia to some degree, that is to look more like them, you can raise this to +3 (14-). This would requie their presence during the procedure.

Your call. All END is long term for recovery.

Your morphia score is actually 14 (from adjusted Body) + 2 (Average DEF) = 16. If you were desperate to reduce this score you could drop the lines on your enhancements and lower your morphia to 10.

Morphic Template requires the presence, versus past contact? E.g., no benefit to trying to look like Handle? How would Lekchock's morphic template work as a mostly human mutant (if just features were being copied, not powers, etc.)?

Yes, Template requires presence. Leckchock would work fine as a morphic template. Handle would have worked, had you done it shortly after death.

For now, presumably Nuyok hasn't had a chance, but will check with Lekchock before leaving town. Also, Nuyok will approach the caravan as noted, if able to do so while avoiding the naval officers.

It is possible, but will require a stealth roll.

Stealth roll, 12- (willing to take a little extra time for a better roll, e.g., circle around using other people for cover)
[3D6]:
Roll: 3, 1, 2 = 6 STUN, 2 BODY Friday, September 24, 2004 07:01:09 AM

Does Nuyok make it there apparently unnoticed?

Nuyok will also scan the crowd for any possible riven that might be observing these events, e.g., cloaked and less twisted so they could enter the fort but still with a different spiritual "signature".

One of the Dobermans from the night before seems to be speaking low and intent to Konnur, several tables away. Your keen sense of the "street" tells you that the dog is trying to convince or request something of the tall caravan guard. Konnur's reaction is impossible to judge, though his eyes do flick in the general direction of the party occasionally.

The "guards" who were perhaps showing an interest in you were actually naval officers. They are both present at the gathering, though they mostly seem intent on the ceremony.
You detect nothing out of the ordinary in the spirits of the crowd.

To the extent that the caravan is apart from the naval officers, Nuyok will make his way to the caravan, but keep an eye on the officers.

While with the caravan, Nuyok will keep an eye out for the officers.

PER, 13-
[3D6]:
Roll: 1, 6, 4 = 11 STUN, 3 BODY Friday, September 24, 2004 07:01:56 AM

Yes, Vance is definitely visible. In fact, he is sitting at the Mistress' table. His entourage (3 dogs, one human) are distributed fairly evenly throughout the crowd.
The merchant seems to be on fairly easy terms with the Fort Mistress. He is speaking rather casually with her.

You --the people who have visibility here-- notice that one of the dobermans is speaking with Konnur. The big man seems marginally interested but is making short replies to the dog's statements or questions.

Celeste continues to watch Vance interact with the new Adept, and Vance's dobie conversing with Konnur.

The talk is apprently finished. Whatever they discussed is done with. The dobie has made his way to his companions, while Konnur has returned to his meal.

Nuyok catches Vagrant's eye while they are eating, and asks "So, we are nearing the end of our journey, and I wondered about your plans once we reach Tallon? And relatedly, as we have learned more of you, it seems you have some ancient knowledge, but have you found anything in our journey that shows where you are compared to the ancient world? Are we anywhere near the legendary city of my namesake?"

Vagrant, you have yet to see a map of this crazy world. You would assume you are somewhere in North America, but the general fauna and language. Lots of raccoons, otters, gators, possums and such.

"Well, I hoping to sell these damned posters! It's like I am trying to sell fake Leonardos or something. After that I am unsure. My ideas of this world and my purpose in it have come in to question a number of times. I think I need to dwell on that a bit to see where it takes me. If the caravan were to stay together I may offer my help...whatever that would be. From what I can tell I am nowhere near the place I remembered from the 21st Century. That is in itself a mystery. Given the chance I would like to return to the place I had my last job. It saved my life due to the technology there and allowed me to awaken here in your world. While this place has horrified me at times I am greatful to not be dead."

"Perhaps you wandered for a while before realizing where you were? Do you think your place of origin is far from here? Maybe maps in Tallon would help you?"

"I've been meaning to get my hands on some maps of old and new. To compare."

Lekchock seems to be trying to listen to everything at once. Things go by that attract his attention and he gets up to check it out, until someone else say something interesting. His head is constantly swinging around trying to take it all in at once.

Kent says, "Maps? I suppose there must be some in the Hall of Art. And most ship captains would have a set of charts. The Book tells us that the War of the Demon Kings and the Prometheans set the world upon its side, whatever that means."
Jareek looks up sharply. "Upon its side? Ridiculous I'm sayin'. We'd fall off!" There is some polite laughter among the more educated at the table. Kent whispers into the fox's frry ear. He gives a pitying look to the city dweller. "Craziest thing I ever heard. Round? Really. Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?" He still looks suspiciously about, as if someone's pulling his hindquarters.

"I suppose next they will tell us that the Demon Kings used the world to play a game of marbles."

"Seems Kent may have some ideas, and I am sure some of the best would be available back in Tallon. Perhaps we should look into this..."

OOC: I have no idea if Cas is even there, but I have visibility so I assume so.

"You know Vagarant," Cas says after thinking about it, "maybe you just aren't telling the story right to sell that poster. Come up with some amazing tale of how you acquired it, and that would bring you a buyer."

OOC: I figured we were all present, with Beka nearby...

"Cas, that is a good idea, especially the tale that Vagrant has to tell, but maybe that tale is a bit much..."

"I think it definitely is a lack of dedication to the vocation of merchant that is hindering my success. Perhaps, I should stop saving people from certain death."

"Somehow I doubt that is possible in this world today. It seems to be a save from certain death or die society we live in. Oh, I know what might work. Say that while on your journey, you encountered a badger who had been wandering the jungles. He discovered the posters somewhere that he would not reveal and later when he ran into you, he traded the posters for some provisions."

"Hmm... Well all the best stories do start with...Badgers?"

Nuyok will look to see if they're present at this festival.

Edited on Monday, September 27, 2004 07:58:12 AM by John Slaughter

As the people sit around at their ease, taking in the food and the entertainment (musicians have begun to play), one of the two unidentified merchants approaches Beka.
"Pardon me, Miss. I understand from a few people here that you have silks available for sale? I am headed towards Adala, where I might be ablet o fetch a decent price. Would you be interested in discussing a trade or sale of some sort?"
He is a non-descript man, but clean and well-dressed. He has a bodyguard with him, a wiry scrapper whose eyes seem constantly alert.

Nuyok was intending to approach Beka now that he had the opportunity, but seeing the merchant approach, Nuyok casually passes nearby to join the others until that business is concluded.

Unsure about this merchant and his guard, Nuyok will try to remain as inconspicuous as possible, but keep his eye on the guard in case he makes any sudden move or focuses his gaze on anything beyond his merchant or Beka.

Ricco drops the subject of the wagon as the unknown merchant appraoches. Offering a sad nod to Nuyok, Ricco points at an open spot among the chairs/benches available nearby.

"Be a fine spread, Master Adept. By the Goat, it be a well thing you be makin' it."

Nuyok nods toward Ricco, and can be seen glancing toward others in the crowd before taking a seat and appears to be trying to keep a low profile. "A solid meal before we depart would be good. Any word on when we are leaving?" Nuyok occasionally glances toward Beka and the unknown merchant.

Ricco says, also glancing towards the other merchant and Miss Beka. "As far as Ol' Riccoco be knowin'."

"Been there and back. Adala is a good place for selling silk. Especially the high quality stuff I brought from Tallon. I actually am returning to Tallon with a different cargo now. Do I know you?"

"I had heard that you had unsold cargo from someone at the inn last night. I might have heard wrong. Naturally, if you didn't sell it, it's probably not a top-dollar item, but I might be convinced to take it from you for slightly more than its worth in Tallon. And you wouldn't have to risk losing it on the road, after all."
He suddeny registers your question. "Ah. I am Merchant Tarmin of Adala. I travel the road about twice a year."

"Come to think of it, I believe I do have a bolt or three. I would be happy to make you a good deal on. Shall we meet after dinner? then you could come to the wagon and see exactly what I have."

Edited on Wednesday, September 29, 2004 07:45:10 PM by Susan Dwyer

He nods, "I'd be happy to peruse your wares. But let us do it after lunch but before dinner. I leave in the morning and I would like to see them in good strong daylight."
He gives a slight bow and returns to his normal seat.
The others take a bit of heart in the potential of profit. Though the amount might be less than would have been made could you have stayed in Adala longer, it's better than having to carry and protect them back through the jungle. Mentioning this brings Kent around to the topic a hand.
"The others have a point. We must discuss how we are going to leave. Myself, I'm ready to take the boat. It would mean a cut in profits, but I'm tired of the risk. I'm not sure I was cut out for this kind of life."
He glances at Faliol and Jareek. "But I don't think I could afford the cut taken cargo charges and two additional fares. I spent my discretionary funds on the bonus back in Adala. So I suppose I'll take the road."
This is actually fairly decent of him, since your realize he is also intending to pay the two foxes for Scouting rather than leave them at the fort to pick up other work, a fairly common practice for scouts, human or beast.
Angilak expresses his own opinion, "Though I leave all business decisions ultimately to my esteemed diminutive partner, I know but little of the adepts aboard this spirit vessel. Unknown is a euphemistic synonym for untrusted, in my long and illustrious experience. So therefore, if our transportational problems can find speedy remedy, I cast such vote as I have vote toward the jungle road, with its inherent, but comparatively honest dangers."
"What he said." says Jareek. Though the older fox along with Kent gazes longingly in the direction the swift and comfortable ride anchored down by the docks.

Kent says, "The Columbia lifts anchor and churns at daybreak. What do we vote?"

"Well I'm much happier on da road. Don' much like boats."

Thinking to himself, "Jareek will skin me for this, but right is right, and wrong is wrong."

Faliol walks up to Mr. Kent and looks up at his face before stating, "Mr. Kent, my last act of guiding for you is to suggest that you take the boat back. Pops and I will be ok. You have been very generous and thoroughly patient eventhough I didn't uphold my end of our bargain. I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused you and I wish you good fortune in the future."

Faliol casts one look at Jareek and lowers his ears flat against his head.

"Kent, you've been a great travel partner. I'd hate to see you go but I understand wanting to get back more quickly and safely. I can't hire these two, but I can give them a way back to Tallon. They are welcome to come with me on the road."

Kent looks very relieved. He obviously has been over his head in the danger department throughout the trip. A simple day's journey back by boat is a far better alternative.
"Thank you. Thank you all. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry I can't do more for you Faliol and Jareek. I'll pay you what I can for the trip from Adala to the fort, of course. I, uh, I suppose I'd better go talk to the River Master."
He looks very touched, slightly ashamed and a bit choked up.

Edited on Tuesday, October 5, 2004 11:07:42 PM by Keith Curtis

Faliol smiles (not a tooth in sight) at Mr. Kent before extending a paw in farewell.

"Sir, I wish more Merchants and Traders followed Miss Beka's and your example in how to treat their people. You two are a credit to your profession. When you get back to Tallon, stop by the Singing Turtle, Pops' home away from home. We would like to hear from you."

Faliol turns to the silent and probably fuming Jareek, "C'mon Pops! You and I are going to help Mr. Kent load his cart on that riverboat!"

Faliol follows Mr. Kent to the River Master.

Nuyok will extend his hand to Kent and simply say "It has been a hard but good journey."

Faliol smiles at Beka (no teeth) and says, "That is very kind of you Miss Beka. Pops and I are looking forward to returning to Tallon. This will also help me keep my promise to Ricco."

Nuyok looks toward Beka, "is there an option, or are we accompanying Vance? My preference would be by land."

Celeste looks at the assembled caravan members, "I have stated my opinion once before on this matter," looking at Beka, "I do not trust your friend, no matter that he appears 'friendly'. Perhaps it is just the nature of my people that we do not trust so easily, but I would advise going by way of the boat, in order that Vance not arrive in Tallon ahead of you. There is no way to determine what mischief he has been up to since your departure, or what he may instigate with a week or two to prepare. However, where Beka goes, I go."

"I travel where Nuyok travels until these blasted posters turn a profit. Maybe I'll buy a map..."

You wait for days for someone to respond (Mr. GM Sir) and then get a response on the day you have a field trip and can't log in and everyone else has all the time in the world to log in and post and you're stuck looking like a fool! The nerve!

"But should we need to part ways, I will transfer the ley lines of course. Though it seems we are on the same path."

Presumably even if Nuyok goes with Ricco to get in the city and is separated from Vagrant for a day or a few days (though still within the city together), that shouldn't be a problem for the poster ley lines?

Riccoco bids Kent a fond farewell. "Be bein' safe Merchant Kent." Then, turns to the task at hand.

"It be for Ol' Riccoco as it be or the Great Bear Angilak, here. The road be the way o' this 'Coon." He mutters, as if in retrospect, "Iffin' he be findin' a wagon, that is..." Thoughtfully, Ricco goes to drumming his lipped claws on the table, his dinner momentarily forgotten.

OOC: I'm not remembering offhand how Kent transported his goods? If he has a cart or wagon and could go without as he would travel by boat, presumably Ricco could work a deal? If so, Nuyok will mention this.

Stop reading my notes!

LOL!

OOC I don't want to know, do I?

OOC: An un-weavered typo!

I meant 'clipped claws' of course...

:seedy:

"By the way, what are the plans for merchant Bergen and his contingent? Are they going to Tallon, and possibly accompanying us?"

since only the Hamilton crew is directly affected by this deal, they are the ones who are present as the silks are displayed to the Adalan Merchant.

Tarmin examines the bolts critically. He does not look at every inch of fabric, but eyes enough of them to form an opinion.
"You could not sell these? I am surprised. What is wrong with them? Or was your asking price too high, perhaps?"

---

Just a reminder.
You have four bundles. Average Bundle Price in:
Tallon, $100
Adala, $400
Karkul, $200

Your other goods are:
6 boxes (30 bottles) of Good Wine
4 Boxes (20 bottles) of Fine Wine
1 box (5 bottles) of Excellent Wine
1 box (5 bottles) of Rare Wine

"I think the land trip would be better," Cas says casting her vote. "I do not trust Beka's associate and I'd prefer to put some distance between him and myself."

OOC: You might want to put this up under the Consensus thread for all to see...

OOC: You mean login to the site and post that way... blasphamey! I'll do that later tonight.

"No, the price was very good. He bought as many bolts as the shop could hold, I just had more! I'd part with these for 250 each, a very good price for you too!"

"Two hundred and fifty dollars? Hmm. Thtat's a bit steeper than I was willing to go. You have four bundles? I'll give you eight hundred for the lot."
A round of intense haggling follows.

---

Beka Trading, 15-, Helper Roll PS: Merchant, 15-
[roll]:
Roll: 5 Tuesday, October 5, 2004 10:48:08 PM
[roll]:
Roll: 14 Tuesday, October 5, 2004 10:48:08 PM
Her opponent has Trading , 14-, but helper roll PS Merchant 16-
[roll]:
Roll: 9 Tuesday, October 5, 2004 10:48:08 PM
[roll]:
Roll: 10 Tuesday, October 5, 2004 10:48:08 PM

Critical success on Beka's trading roll! She makes her contest by a total of 10, while her opponent scores a very respectable 9. Still, making your roll by a natural, unadjusted 10 qualifies for Extraordinary Skills
The caravan members watch in awe. Beka's opponent is very wily and shrewd, but not only does she manage to hold her own, she actually manages to talk him into a higher price than she originally quoted! It takes hours, but eventually the merchant takes his leave. His arms are laden with bundles and his face bears a puzzled look of disbelief. After a quick trip to the Manor House to notarize the transaction, a letter of credit is issued for $1100 against the merchant's accounts in Tallon.

This eats up most of the day.

Once the transaction is over, Nuyok will say (with a touch of amazement ending with joking sarcasm "That is quite a deal you struck, so why did we have to travel all the way to Adala to make such sales?"

"I actually did better than THAT in Adala! Bonus for all involved!"

"A bonus? That sounds good...by the way, I have a matter to discuss with you about the return trip to Tallon..."

"Might as well discuss it now, I can't get in a better mood. Is over here private enough or do we need to go inside?" Beka looks serious but happy.

Nuyok looks around to make sure no one other than party members are present or in hearing distance.

Spirit Sense, 13-
[3D6]:
Roll: 4, 5, 1 = 10 STUN, 2 BODY Thursday, October 7, 2004 01:55:06 PM

"It would become public soon enough anyway, so no need for privacy, plus I may need Lekchock's assistance." Nuyok pauses, glances toward Lekchock, and continues. "When we return to Tallon, when we are in the vicinity and the caravan is safe, I will need to part ways to accompany Ricco, but will rejoin everyone soon after at a location that you predetermine. Since the caravan should be in a very safe location, I presume that should not be a problem..."

Isn't that Lekchok's Avitar?

Yes, Nuyok's avatar does look much like Lekchock now

Only you look left, sinister, EVIL!!!

Cas needs to find a good napping spot. Preferably one within hearing distance of Beka and Nuyok .

Stealth 14-
[roll]:
Roll: 7 Thursday, October 7, 2004 07:44:51 PM

As Faliol and Jareek leave to help Kent speak with the Rivermaster, the merchant pulls Riccoco aside. "Come with me; I have a proposition for you."
As you walk along he says, "I know you are lacking a cart after that incident in the woods. I assume you'll eventually have to replace it for your partner, but listen. I have to pay money for transporting cargo. I'd rather not have to pay for the cart and horse as well. I'm proposing to loan you my cart for the road trip. You can return it in Tallon. You still have a horse, of course. I'm thinking about loaning mine to Brother Cadbury. What do you think?"

OOC: I'll do my best to fight off that warning tingle though...

Fighting to ward off the emphatic reaction to Kent's offer, Rico takes a deep breath to steady himself while twirling the whiskers of his grinning muzzle, "It be soundin' a fine offer, Merchant Kent..." He pauses to share a knowing nod with Jareek and Faliol. "Be one o' those propositions to suit both parties, no doubt."

For once, everyone seemed to be getting what they wanted.

Faliol patted the plucky 'coon on the back. "See? I told you it would all work out..."