[OOC: This thread is for all PCs but will be a bit disjointed. If it is too bumpy, I can make multiple threads. I think those traveling to Sandpoint would gather with a caravan or other group to make travel easier. Food available etc...] The caravan pulled off the road. It was well maintained for being so far removed from civilization. Ok, that wasn't really fair. Magnimar is a major metropolitan city and about 100 miles from Sandpoint. The clearing Mr. Pont, the caravan leader, had picked out was large enough but overhung with a bunch of branches. Being a fall afternoon, they were dropping leaves on everything.
A bit of a taskmaster, he kept after everyone until the camp was set up. That being said, it was nice to relax when allowed to do so. The wagons form a circle and can easily get onto the road in the morning with a minimum amount of preparation. In the middle was a circle of stones containing their campfire and cooking fire for the evening. Horses are grouped together, wearing their feedbags, and roped into an area with a makeshift corral. Most caravan merchants going to Sandpoint for the Swallowtail Fall festival would sleep in their wagons or underneath them. It is a warm, clear summer night resplendent with stars and cicadas.
[OOC: Please introduce yourselves and provide a bit of information that anyone traveling in the caravan would know about your characters. Brief is good. We can add more later. Mostly it is to establish the PCs a bit. This will be a non-combat scene, and it is all roleplay. Adlib as much as you need. Add in other caravan travelers, etc... ]
He and Selaim had ridden together in the caravan. The light elf waif added little burden to Aendell's horse and he'd warned her that should battle arise he expected her to drop off so he could fight unencumbered. He was a good looking young man of early adult years. 6 feet tall and well built, wearing chain mail and carrying a long sword and long bow, a quiver of arrows on the hip opposite the sword. His Holy Symbol to Iomedae was prominently displayed on a chain around his neck.
He'd chatted with Selaim, getting to know her more closely since intervening with the Sherriff on her behalf. He also took in the others traveling in the caravan. Most were merchants, with wagons of goods, but there were a few others traveling solo or in small pairs.
It had been a long day listening to the endless drone of the paladin. Man he wouldn't stop with the questions. When the dusty caravan finally came to a stop she was all too ready to jump off the back of the horse.
Her amber eyes narrow as the horse jostles her again causing his saddle to uncomfortably dig into her butt. Stifling a groan. She leans forward. "You know if you'd only let me ride the donkey this wouldn't be near as uncomfortable. The sheriff isn't around they know I'm gone."
That was the worst part about the agreement. That she leave. She'd found herself looking back trying to get a glimpse of her city. Watching as it grew smaller throughout the day until she could no longer glimpse it in the dust.
Zak, Meanwhile, was riding in another grouping, and currently chatting with Catalena and a few others. The Gnome was rather tall - for a gnome. almost reaching three inches shy of four feet. The gnome was a young member of his kind, dressed rather smartly in practical travel leathers with, to be admitted, a little style. His Brilliant blue hair was in its usually somewhat unkept state and the almost permanent smile was still etched on his features. A small model of a tankard in silver hangs around his neck and a full sized tankard, worn and practical looking, hangs from his belt, alongside a rapier and a sheathed dagger. He had been talking good-naturedly about one thing or another with anyone who would listen most of the trip
He was gesticulating as he finished up his joke.
"And so the halfling said 'Yes, but how do you get the apple to fit?'"
[ROFL, you are in a caravan, you can ride in a wagon, or walk with them. They go slowly. That is the point, strength in numbers.
Seriously though if it is an issue for the PCs, all of you can have a dang horse. It doesn't matter to me. Like Common Knowledge, you all have common horses!]
(OOC - Yes, Aendell, as a Paladin, has spent lots of time training to fight on horseback and managed to finagle borrowing a horse from his Paladinate. Temporarily. He is planning to buy one as soon as it is affordable or he happens to acquire one along the way, or if the GM suddenly becomes generous he will keep the one he has now....... So not sure, if everyone has a horse now, if Selaim and I need to edit our posts? Honestly, Aendell had a pc background reason for having a mount.)
She mainly kept herself to herself as they rode along, but knew the Paladin and gnome of old. Most evenings she would persuade someone else to put up her tent, as she seemed serially incapable of doing so.
[ROFL, you are in a caravan, you can ride in a wagon, or walk with them. They go slowly. That is the point, strength in numbers.
Seriously though if it is an issue for the PCs, all of you can have a dang horse. It doesn't matter to me. Like Common Knowledge, you all have common horses!]
Ooc: but but I sort of enjoy being pissed at Zeim for forcing her to double up
Finally. Finally they were stopping. Not waiting for Aendall to stop his mount, she slid off the back. Her partially numb legs collapsing from under her. Growling under her breath. She picked herself off the ground.
Turning to stalk away from him. She stumbled again. "OK this would look better once my legs came back." She instead shifted on her legs and stretched her back observing the rest of the caravan. That is when she heard his voice. "Get the apple to fit?" Then his annoying peal of laughter.
Could this get any worse. First saved by the princeling, then exiled from her home, now traveling with that lecherous creepy gnome.
Selaim snatched the lead to the donkey and rushed to catch up to the Aendall. "Oh princeling... wait up! Are we stopping here for the night?"
Maybe if she were annoying enough he'd leave her be.
Ooc: as a (g)note I am making an executive decision and taking the view that gnomes likely physically mature at an at least roughly similar rate to humans then slow down after that. and most of the difference on when they are considered adult(by gnomes) is social(avoiding the absurdly long childhood problems). So I’m editing his actual age to be more like 26, unless you object, so their actual physical presence overlaps more)
The Gnome saw coral struggling with the tent and walked over.
“Here. Let me help you with that. It’s good to see you out and about. You were what, ten? And I was a strapping young gnome of 18. How have you been getting on?”
As he talked he started to wwork on getting the tent set up.
“Your master treat you well? I see you’re out on your own now.”
Ooc: Selaim does recognize Zak from the orphanage. And she does know coral. Zak is sort of why she left. She still swears it was Zak who was peaking in on her when she was bathing. Nobody believed her of course. Everybody loved Zak... miserable little perverted gnome.
Ooc: but he wouldn’t actually do that. He’s actually rather chivalrous when it comes to things like that. He might make jokes, but if he actually caught someone doing that he would find ways to make their lives an exercise in absolute misery until they left. False accusations madam!
He smiles slightly at Selaim's comment and attempt to project huffiness while waiting for her legs to recover. As she stalks off he calls after her as he dismounts, "Hey, you know the deal. In return for keeping all your body parts you are obliged to listen. I tend to find you somehow manage to drift out of listening range from me when you are on the donkey. I am sure its the donkey's fault, of course." He chuckles.
Taking his horse's lead, he begins to walk it to find a likely camping spot. Most of the merchants welcome his spending the night under their wagons, knowing their goods and persons are safe with him nearby, so he has rotated where he sleeps thruout the caravan.
As he walks, he spots a shock of bright red hair, oddly, right next to a shock of bright blue hair, and he heads that way.
She knows he's right. The donkey would have "wandered away" but that was solely because he was so insufferabley nice. She follows him knowing the supplies were mostly on the donkey. Once she realizes where he is headed she runs to catch up with him.
"No. NO! I am not camping near that lecherous gnome. Remember you asked why I left the orphanage. It was him. He was peaking at me as I bathed and they said I was lying. Everyone believed him. Because he was Zak." She spits in disgust. Then notices who Zak is talking to.
"OH no. Is that Coral. You need to stop him princeling!"
He turns his head as she catches up to him. "Stop him? Why? He seems to be helping her." He stops a moment and adds. "Why do you call me that? You know I am without family or parents, like you."
The truth is a bit more complicated, as Aendell is fairly sure both his parents are alive someplace. However once they gave him away for a basket of food and some wine he considers himself bereft of them.
Mr Pont walked about but didn't actually do any physical labor. More watching and looking to make sure things were tidy and organized. Though his directions did assist some, they were mostly annoying busy work. Perceptive people would note he seemed excited about arriving at Sandpoint tomorrow.
She smiled inwardly realizing she was getting to him. "Because Mr "Holier than Thou" paladin you act noble. And anyway that's how Zak is. He acts all nice then tricks people to ignore how creepy he is."
"Poor Coral," Selaim thought "Whatever caused you to go out on the road?"
"Thanks, Zak," she said to him when he offered to set up her tent. .
She watched him disentangle her effort and get everything back to the start position, before making a start on setting up the tent himself. She stood to one side and watched. She knew that her 'assistance' would hinder rather than help.
Smirks a little as he greets them. Then swoops in saying, "Coral? Is that you? Its Selaim."They weren't close but they did sleep in the same room. Well whenever Selaim was there. She'd taken more to the streets by the time Coral arrived. But maybe. Just maybe she did remember her a little.
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