The City of Waterdale

[Legolas]

We told you he wouldn't like it. Happy now that you look like a complete idiot?
We're not done yet. Besides, it's not that important whether he likes it or not.
Your actions don't seem to agree.

Timoj blocks out the voices and forces a smile.
"I thought as an innkeeper you'd be one of the first to know," he says. "It's... how do you say that? Waterdalean slang? Names for the money."

He takes out a gold coin and shows it to the innkeeper.

"This is an imperial crown, you can see by looking at the image on the coin. We're near the mountains, so when we grow large enough the mayor has planned mining operations. We'll even get our own mint, and our own coins. The gold ones are going to be named Dalean Seas, because seas are greater than lakes, just like a gold coin is worth more than a silver one. And the copper ones are puddles because they're even smaller and copper coins are so easily spent they come and go overnight. It's all future plans of course, but people are already starting to get used to the idea."

Liar. Just building the future. Now quiet!

"You know my prices are extremely low for the quality you get, don't you? So do we have a deal?"

[ 02-19-2003, 09:09 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

[Lord High Eater of Legs]

ic:Lyrah pushed himself up off of his bed, and crept down the stairs, to the inn.
'Innkeeper, I have a craving for milk.'
The young elf called to the innkeeper.
After drinking, Lyrah went outside, and saw the preparations for the institute. Walking over to Eruna, he spoke in a whisper, but with a smile on his face.
'Master, I saw my mother, in a dream, but I think it was real somehow,' Lyrahraes eyes glazed over, 'She gave me this...' Reaching into his tunic, Lyrah pulled out the chain, the ruby dull, as if not holding any energy. After showing his master, Lyrah's face dropped however, 'It will let me control my lupine form, but it can only be powered by the cure which we seek, Master, I have to decide whether to get rid of, or control my other half, will you help me?'
Lyrahrae looked pleadingly into his master's eyes.

[Beaumanoir]

*Eruna put his hand on his apprentices shoulder*

"Lyrah, I will help you in any way I can"

Innkeeper-"Now you are just the sorts that Waterdale needs! Look at yeself, you are whats going to make this small little settlement into something grand. Well not ter bad fer a small fellow like yerself. Here, have a round, on the house!" He hands Timoj a beer. "Nows, I know ye got great prices, I expect a crate of bread a week, and I'll give ye yer payment."

Dalstur-Walking around he accidently bumps into Garnet. "Well hello there. I've heard that another person has discovered our village. And I can see that your already working. May I see what you are charting on that map?" He says with interest as he points to the map that has the locations of unprotected pockets.

Messenger-He runs around, asking where Dalstur is. Finally finds him, and just before reaching Dalstur, he bumps into a man wearing a dark cloak. He notices a strange tatoo on his hand. The man pushes him back, and runs behind a building. He goes up to Dalstur, "Sir, sorry to interupt, but can I have a word."

Dalstur-"Sure, and could you wait a moment." He says to Garnet. He walks over to the messenger. "What is it."

Messenger-"Here are the plans. But, I should have you know, I bumped into a man, in a dark cloak, bearing a ..."

Dalstur-"No! Don't tell me a tatoo! Get SecretMaster immediately! I don't care how busy he is, this is URGENT. I've got to go find this man."

Messenger-"Yessir, but should I sound the alarm?"

Dalstur-"No, we can't, or the this town will be in an uproar."

Messenger-"Yessir, but do you know who IT is?"

Dalstur-"No I don't, now GO!"

Messenger- He runs out as fast as he can, running to the Town Hall.

Hooded Man- Seeing the messenger sprinting back out, he realizes he has been found. He runs to the side of the Town Hall, where construction is starting. He peers through SecretMaster's study, seeing it empty. He opens the door and runs up the second floor. He the hides in a room. He hears the messenger running up the stairs. The man jumps out, and grabs the messenger. He then clamps his mouth shut, so the messenger can't say a word, and knocks the messenger out, and throws him in a supply closet. He heads outside again.

Dalstur-Running outside, he frantically searches the whole town. He runs into the Inn, passing by Eruna and Lyrah and briefly scans the crowd. "Dammit, I'll never find him." he mutters, he runs to the construction site.

Hooded Man-Hiding behind a house as Dalstur runs by, the hooded man quickly runs to the bakery, hiding behind some barrels and crates. He draws out a crossbow, places a silver bolt on it, and quickly scans the crowd. He hears someone walking by, and quickly ducks. The person continues walking by. Looking up, he sees that he cannot get a clear shot of his target, and waits.

[Sir Exxon]

"How's it going with that loaf?," Saturos asked the halfling behind the counter. He handed over some money, and grabbed the loaf.
"Smells wonderful," he complimented the baker, before he walked out.

The day had now become a truly grand one, as the sun had rose to the middle of the sky. "And not a cloud in sight," Saturos thought. "This'll be a fine day to test the brave defenders of this village."
Suddenly, Saturos noticed a hooded man, sneaking around in town. He wore a black cloak, and was heading for the bakery he had just been in. "Weird," Saturos thought. "Was it just me, or was that man carrying a crossbow?
In any account, it's my job to make sure that the people in this village are safe."
With these thoughts in mind, he turned around, and walked back to the bakery again. "Excuse me, good baker," he said as he entered. "Have you seen a cloaked man running in here, just now? If I'm not mistaken, he was carrying a weapon, a crossbow to be exact."
Not waiting for the halfling to reply, Saturos walked over to the crates nearby, right against where the man was hiding.

OOC: I'll be gone for a couple of days now, SM, so I won't be online before tuesday. Please have Saturos still alive when I come back. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

OOC>THats fine Exxon, and I won't kill you, don't worry. I'm not that evil [img]graemlins/firedevil.gif[/img]

IC>
Hooded Man-Noticing that he was about to be discovered, he springs into action before Saturos can respond. The man aims the crossbow directly at Saturos's head. Saturos freezes, knowing that this man is serious and will shoot. The man walks back slowly, and when he is a good 12 feet away from him, he sprints to a nearby house.

Saturos- Realizing that this man is a threat to the town he runs to the barracks. "Everyone, sound the-" Dalstur grabs Saturos, and clamps his mouth shut.

Dalstur-"What are you doing!?" He lets go of Saturos. "Whatever you do, don't alarm the town. You will send everyone into a mad panic. Leave this situation alone to me and SecretMaster. You obviously haven't got a clue as to who he is, and I'm not gonna tell you. Now, go on about your business, act as if nothing happened."

Hooded Man- He runs to the back of someones home. He jumps over the wooden fence and into this mans garden. He notices 5 rows of corn stalks. "This should give me the cover I need" he says to himself, and he discreetly walks to the stalks and goes hides in them.

[ 02-23-2003, 03:40 PM: Message edited by: SecretMaster ]

[Lord High Eater of Legs]

ic:Lyrahrae thanked his master, Eruna had done so much for him, and the boy was hardly and asset to the mage.
Looking at the building work, Khal asked Eruna.
'Once it's finished will we search for my cure?'
With a nod from Eruna, Lyrah pondered,
'I guess I have four days to decide which to choose then.'

[Beaumanoir]

Eruna - We will..

*Eruna walked back to his abode*

OOC: Sorry but apart from going to sleep there isnt much Eruna can do at the moment

OOC>I understand that there is not much to do, perfectly understandable. BTW, the program I use to generate your wages is down, so I have no way of making your wages. You will get double on Friday, because by then some more jobs will be added and stuff.
Oh Garnet, can you PM me your character stuff, or is it the same character from the original Waterdale?

IC>

Dalstur-Frantically seaching for the hooded man,he checked everywhere possible. Then he saw him, but it appeared he was to late. "NOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed, and with all his energy, he ran as fast as he could to him.

Hooded Man-He had gone from the garden, climbed up some crates, and got on top of a roof. His aligned his crossbow at his target, positioned it so it would stay in place. All was ready. "This is it, one more down." He released the trigger, and the silver bolt went soaring threw the air. His target was just about to go indoors when he released the bolt. He was chatting with someone already.

Dalstur-"Lyrahrae! Look out, its a hunter!!!" he screamed as he made his way to the assassin. The man had fired after the word 'Hunter'.

Hooded man-He waited until he see what happened.

Lyrahrae, what do you do?

OOC>
You have 3 options now.

You can either let Lyrahrae get hit by the bolt, though where it Lyrahrae, I only know that.

You can let me roll a d20 dice. I'll make a DC Check. Basically, if the number that I roll is higher than the DC, you will succsessfully dodge the bolt. If not, well then I'm sure you know what happens, onto option 1. But I'm sorta bending the rules here. You just have make a succsesful dodge by getting higher than the DC, thats with the dexterity bonus included. If your confused, just tell me.

Finally, you can hope to god that by some miracle, it misses you.

[ 02-24-2003, 07:36 PM: Message edited by: SecretMaster ]

[Lord High Eater of Legs]

ic:Lyrah spun around at Dalstur's words, but was too late to dodge, however, as he had moved slightly, the bolt was not on target.
With the sound of ripping flesh, the silver bolt embezzled itself in Lyrahrae's arm, causing more pain to him than it would a normal elf, for the silver was still in contact with his blood.
Moaning, Lyrah dragged himself behind the building he was about to go into, and returned in his wolflike state, limping. Growling, Lyrah looked up at the assassin of lycanthropes, and tried to reach him, however, the wolf's paw was too weak, it had already lost alot of blood, and it was still bleeding. Laying down on the street, Lyrahrae licked his wound, and fell into unconciousness, right where all the town could see him-a wolf.