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Rockstar · 04-01-2007, 10:22 PM

CHAPTER 1
ACT V
The Friendly Arm Inn

As Merick approached the Friendly Arm Inn, the guards on top of the tower saw him and called for the drawbridge to be lowered. To Merick it looked like more of a fortress than an Inn, with small houses around a large, castle like centre, where the inn actually was.

Merick had to walk up a long set of steps to get to the main entrance of the Inn. on the way up a hooded man stood up the moment he saw Merick and walked over to him. The man asked him if his name was Merick. The dwarf replied “I don’t know who yer talkin’ about.” The stranger opened his cloak and exclaimed “Liar! You match this description exactly.” The man began casting what appeared to be a swarm of magic stars at Merick. He quickly jumped out of the way to dodge two red magic stars launched at him. As he hit the ground, Merick heard a voice yell out “Fire!” It was the captain of the guards patrolling the Inn. There were three archers already aimed at Merick’s attacker, but still Merick drew his sword and charged. The guards filled the caster with three arrows before Merick could get close. Merick ran his blade through the man’s gut and stared down at the man before he fell to the floor. Merick waited till the guards weren’t looking to grab the mage’s bag. It was filled with scrolls, some gold and a bounty with his name on it! The bounty had Merick described exactly. “A dwarf in above average height with a black beard, traveling alone or with few company.” This man must have personally received the bounty description as it hadn’t said who to collect the bounty from.

… “Nobody can be trusted any more… Nobody! I need no help anyway!” Merick thought to himself. In the tavern, two folk caught his eyes, they must be the friends of Gorions. Merick walked across the room and was approached by a stranger explaining that bandits had been attacking the caravans that deliver the iron from the outer towns. This was of little concern of Mericks so he walked up to Gorion’s friends. They were both elves by appearance, one a female named Jehira, the other a male named Khalid. They were obviously a couple and spoke with Merick and implied was that he needed protecting and that he was best with them … Merick replied sternly, “No! … I have made it this far on my own and I do not want to share my company with semi-talented card playing friends of my father’s! Take your own path because you are not welcome on mine…” Jahera spoke up and tried to convince Merick. “Your father foresaw this day and sent word to us to meet you both here. If you did not make it with him, you were to be escorted with us to the town of Nashkel.” Merick gleemed at her and rudely kept his silence. Merick only had just under 900 gold and still mediocre equipment … he knew they would have more than enough gold to keep him going for the time being. He raised his sword at Jehera’s throat and demanded all of their gold and potions. Khalid through their money and potion bag to him and Merick immediately, looked around and ensured that nobody had seen the robbery and backed away, making for the road.

Merick pondered about the events that had transpired as he walked away. He knew that the bounty on him had to be connected with Gorion’s killer. Gorion must have known that the enemy had heard word of a talented dwarf in Candlekeep and is why he was in such haste to leave.

Gorion's plan was to journey south Nashkel was owner of one of the only two iron mines on the Sword Coast. “A mine does not produce a whole area with iron ore and then suddenly go barren in a couple of months,” Merick thought to himself. "With all the bandit raids on imported iron, somebody is clearly starving the Coast of iron." Merick did not care the least for the troubles for the townsfolk of Nashkel, but at the moment he had no leads as to who his foster father's slayer was and any information might help light his way

Getting to Nashkel would mean having to go South the way he came and then continuing down through the forest and the town of Berigost, before finally reaching Nashkel. Merick thought it to be wisest to stay off the main roads for the time being, at least until he could aquire some decent equipment. He headed south but took a much more easterly route. Merick ventured into the Peldvale Forest.

[ 04-01-2007, 10:24 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]

04-01-2007, 10:22 PM	#6
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 1 ACT V The Friendly Arm Inn As Merick approached the Friendly Arm Inn, the guards on top of the tower saw him and called for the drawbridge to be lowered. To Merick it looked like more of a fortress than an Inn, with small houses around a large, castle like centre, where the inn actually was. Merick had to walk up a long set of steps to get to the main entrance of the Inn. on the way up a hooded man stood up the moment he saw Merick and walked over to him. The man asked him if his name was Merick. The dwarf replied “I don’t know who yer talkin’ about.” The stranger opened his cloak and exclaimed “Liar! You match this description exactly.” The man began casting what appeared to be a swarm of magic stars at Merick. He quickly jumped out of the way to dodge two red magic stars launched at him. As he hit the ground, Merick heard a voice yell out “Fire!” It was the captain of the guards patrolling the Inn. There were three archers already aimed at Merick’s attacker, but still Merick drew his sword and charged. The guards filled the caster with three arrows before Merick could get close. Merick ran his blade through the man’s gut and stared down at the man before he fell to the floor. Merick waited till the guards weren’t looking to grab the mage’s bag. It was filled with scrolls, some gold and a bounty with his name on it! The bounty had Merick described exactly. “A dwarf in above average height with a black beard, traveling alone or with few company.” This man must have personally received the bounty description as it hadn’t said who to collect the bounty from. … “Nobody can be trusted any more… Nobody! I need no help anyway!” Merick thought to himself. In the tavern, two folk caught his eyes, they must be the friends of Gorions. Merick walked across the room and was approached by a stranger explaining that bandits had been attacking the caravans that deliver the iron from the outer towns. This was of little concern of Mericks so he walked up to Gorion’s friends. They were both elves by appearance, one a female named Jehira, the other a male named Khalid. They were obviously a couple and spoke with Merick and implied was that he needed protecting and that he was best with them … Merick replied sternly, “No! … I have made it this far on my own and I do not want to share my company with semi-talented card playing friends of my father’s! Take your own path because you are not welcome on mine…” Jahera spoke up and tried to convince Merick. “Your father foresaw this day and sent word to us to meet you both here. If you did not make it with him, you were to be escorted with us to the town of Nashkel.” Merick gleemed at her and rudely kept his silence. Merick only had just under 900 gold and still mediocre equipment … he knew they would have more than enough gold to keep him going for the time being. He raised his sword at Jehera’s throat and demanded all of their gold and potions. Khalid through their money and potion bag to him and Merick immediately, looked around and ensured that nobody had seen the robbery and backed away, making for the road. Merick pondered about the events that had transpired as he walked away. He knew that the bounty on him had to be connected with Gorion’s killer. Gorion must have known that the enemy had heard word of a talented dwarf in Candlekeep and is why he was in such haste to leave. Gorion's plan was to journey south Nashkel was owner of one of the only two iron mines on the Sword Coast. “A mine does not produce a whole area with iron ore and then suddenly go barren in a couple of months,” Merick thought to himself. "With all the bandit raids on imported iron, somebody is clearly starving the Coast of iron." Merick did not care the least for the troubles for the townsfolk of Nashkel, but at the moment he had no leads as to who his foster father's slayer was and any information might help light his way Getting to Nashkel would mean having to go South the way he came and then continuing down through the forest and the town of Berigost, before finally reaching Nashkel. Merick thought it to be wisest to stay off the main roads for the time being, at least until he could aquire some decent equipment. He headed south but took a much more easterly route. Merick ventured into the Peldvale Forest. [ 04-01-2007, 10:24 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]