At The Guardhouse
Subject: Kayla's walk
For Kayla, this is all a new experience. She considers the new events on her stroll toward the Guardhouse. By habit, she watches the streets for any interesting stores or sights.
She came to Segreda with only her thieving background as a history to draw upon. These political machinations are a new monster to her, and one she's not pleased in joining. Who was this Buchek? Kayla felt she had an easy, rudimentary feel for the others of her party, but Buchek was impossible to read. He seemed uncomfortable with his outsider-role, one he was forced into by the Gods.
"Dear sweet thing, come here and take a sticky bun," calls out a stout dwarven woman at a street stall. Kayla smiles to her and walks up to the stall. The woman stands a little over a foot taller than Kayla, and wears a dark apron with traces of flour. Her face looks kind, and her stall indeed sells sticky buns. Kayla takes the proffered bun and begins to chat about the day's events.
[Gather Information? Ask about Bermid, mostly]
From: Matt
Subject: At the Guard House
Okay, I'm going to assume that you are all arriving at the guard house today, meeting up again and making introductions (or reuniting) with Buchek. I'll be back to work today, so I won't be sending out anything else until at least 3:30 or 4 ish... so you guys will have at least some time for your characters to "chat" and assimilate this new party member before Snylledd makes his appearance.
Until this afternoon..
Matt
From: Jake
Subject: Re: At the Guard House
Buchek will sit on his bunk in the guardhouse, cleaning his nails with his dagger, balancing his dagger in his finger, the palm of his hand, etc. Eventually, if no one shows up, he'll take a nap.
From: Matt
Subject: Re: At the Guard House
I'm guessing that Buchek has taken a nap and the rest of the party has gotten lost on the way to the guard house.
It's the big stone building. With the guards out front. You know, where they took your new party member who no one has even said "howdy" to yet.
::debates including a magical neon sign that says GUARDHOUSE over the entrance::
From: Jake
Subject: Re: At the Guard House
Buchek wakes up from his nap, feeling cranky. He always feels cranky if he naps during the day, but when you're stuck in a guard house all day with nothing else to do, it can be hard to stay awake.
From: Jake
Subject: Re: At the Guard House
Buchek plugs his ears, trying to block the sound of dwarf singing drunkenly in the next cell.
If he hears "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen...Nobody knows but Clangeddin", the only two lines the dwarf seems to remember from the song one more time, he's going to have to try to break out of this place.
*No, I'm not really trying to dictate the actions of a NPC. I'm just bored, and playing around.
From: Clara
Subject: Guardhouse
Kayla finally arrives at the guardhouse, after having had three sticky buns at the insistence of Unna, a nice dwarven lady who runs a sticky bun stall. She had talked to Unna about the weather, the festival, and that "nice fellow, just like his dad" Bermid.
When she arrives at the guardhouse, she hears, "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen..." and calls out tentatively, "Buchek?"
From: Clara
Subject: Guardhouse
Kayla figures that Buchek is either asleep or unwilling to talk. Overcome with boredom, as none of her newly-made companions are around, she sits near the doorway to the Guardhouse. It's a bright day, with a warm breeze playfully tousling her hair. She arranges her bag carefully at her feet to ensure its safety, and pulls out her fiddle.
The fiddle is her second, the exact size to last her through her adulthood. Her first was a child's toy, the kind a master would give a student just in case the student's interest was only a whim, to be blown away by a sudden breeze. But Kayla's interest was no whim, and her fiddle a testament to that.
She inspects every part of the instrument carefully, making sure the strings are tuned properly and wiping away any excess moisture. When she feels everything is in order, she begins to play a light-hearted tune called "My Lady's Eyes."
From: Clara
Subject: Clarification
OOC: When Kayla got to the guardhouse, she was standing outside next to it, near a window when she heard the "Nobody knows..." line. She is currently sitting next to the two guards at the doorway, not having entered the guardhouse at all.
She's waiting and fiddling.
From: Erik
Subject: Re: At the Guardhouse... at last.
Bermid and Holn arrive late to the guardhouse, having stopped at Bermid's favorite inn for a quick ale.
Holn smiles as they approach, hearing a lively tune that sets him to humming to himself. He recognizes Kayla's style, and, sure enough, the halfling rests at the entrance. "Well, here we are, then. I wonder what information that Snylledd has been holding his tongue over."
He addresses the guards. "Where is Master Snylledd? He said he would meet us here. Is he already inside?"
(OOC, sorry, from 1:00pm PST I was so busy I could'nt see straight!)
From: Mike
Subject: Re: At the Guardhouse... at last.
Telwyn wanders about the city for a while. There are a seemingly endless variety of sights, sounds and smells in this place, so much more than back home. Normally the novelty kept him busy as long as he was there, but today he found his thoughts dwelt on the expedition. His new companions seemed... an interesting lot. Five of them, and among them two from the plains tribes. Neither of them dressed like the people that traded with Armis; Telwyn wondered where they were from. He has, of course, heard stories of the barbaric ways of the tribesmen, but he knew from experience that such tales were most often exaggerations, if not outright lies. Still, these two, especially the scarred one, had a less than savory air about them. He'd have to keep an eye on them. At least he knew that he wouldn't be babysitting a bunch of complete cityfolk, though.
Eventually he finds his way to the prison. He smiles at Kayla's playing and nods to the other two. Looking about, he sees no sign of Erk or Mandrake.
"I guess I'm not the last, then," he says. "I think I'll go introduce myself to our newest companion."
He steps into the jail and makes his way to Buchek's cell. When he is face to face with the man, he speaks in the language of the tribesmen near his home.
"Hello. I'm Telwyn." He gives his best approximation of a knowing grin. "So, what made you decide to sneak up on a sleeping guard?"
OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I've been really busy today. Also, I'll be using this email address for this game from now on.
From: Ty
Subject: Re: At the Guardhouse... at last.
Erk wanders in not long after. His cherubic face bears a contented smile. ?Greetings companions! I feel better about this journey now than ever. The gods smile upon us!?
He goes over to Buchek, ?And you. I have a good feeling about you. I too would be loath to give my weapon over to captors. My axe is blessed by Clangeddin. Does yours bear similar blessings??