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((This starts up where the battle at the BG Faire ends off))
On the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, a cluster of men sort through a small stack of arms and armor, each man hoping that his weapon and armor was left behind. All too many, however, find that the treacherous Faire attendants had run off with their prized armaments - especially the enchanted ones.
Linsaran looks up from the pile of weapons and armor to see a dwarf stomping away, a large warhammer gripped in his hands.
"Veit, wait up!" calls out a wood elf, running to catch up easily with the short-legged dwarf. Scars cover the wood elf's body, but they are old wounds, not caused by the recent skirmish with the unnaturally tough Faire attendants.
"What is it, Tunevec?" growls Veit, looking at the shrinking stack of armor. He curses quietly under his breath; the attendants had stolen his chainmail, but at least he had been able to get his hammer back.
"Look, if you're going to go after them, you're going to need a guide. Let me track them down for you."
"Excuse me," says Linsaran, stepping forward. "Am I correct in my estimation that you intend to track down these criminals and bring them to justice?" When Veit nods, the cleric continues, "Very well then. I ask that you let me join you." Linsaran's sword, sheath, and gauntlets were blessed in Tyr's name, but the attendants had stolen them along with his armor; at least they'd left him his cloak, Linsaran thought wryly.
A nearby wood elf leaning on a scythe nearby steps forward. "You guys are headed for a fight, right? My name's Sejima, and I want to go with you. What do you say?"
Several other would-be heroes step forward, asking to join as well, but Tunevec angrily snarls, "Enough! I'm not going to lead an army, especially one without weapons! Don't you have farms to tend? Look, we'll return with your weapons, alright? Now someone go get some horses, so we'll have a chance of getting your goods back before they're pawned off somewhere!"
Most of the crowd sheepishly step back and head off to their respective homes, a few others heading to bring back some mounts, but one half-elf steps forward, flipping a coin in his hand. "My name's Thanatis, and it looks like Ayla wants me to go with you, so there's nothing you can say that will change my mind."
"Linsaran, Sejima, and Thanatis, is it? I can't afford to waste time protecting farmers who don't know how to take care of themselves in a fight, so why should I take you along?" Tunevec demands.
((Your armor and any magical weapons have been stolen, but you can borrow or buy nonmagical weapons or any armor up to and including chain mail. You also can borrow a horse, if you don't have one. At this point, please post some dialogue, particularly an argument to Tunevec to convince him to let you go with the group.))
On the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, a cluster of men sort through a small stack of arms and armor, each man hoping that his weapon and armor was left behind. All too many, however, find that the treacherous Faire attendants had run off with their prized armaments - especially the enchanted ones.
Linsaran looks up from the pile of weapons and armor to see a dwarf stomping away, a large warhammer gripped in his hands.
"Veit, wait up!" calls out a wood elf, running to catch up easily with the short-legged dwarf. Scars cover the wood elf's body, but they are old wounds, not caused by the recent skirmish with the unnaturally tough Faire attendants.
"What is it, Tunevec?" growls Veit, looking at the shrinking stack of armor. He curses quietly under his breath; the attendants had stolen his chainmail, but at least he had been able to get his hammer back.
"Look, if you're going to go after them, you're going to need a guide. Let me track them down for you."
"Excuse me," says Linsaran, stepping forward. "Am I correct in my estimation that you intend to track down these criminals and bring them to justice?" When Veit nods, the cleric continues, "Very well then. I ask that you let me join you." Linsaran's sword, sheath, and gauntlets were blessed in Tyr's name, but the attendants had stolen them along with his armor; at least they'd left him his cloak, Linsaran thought wryly.
A nearby wood elf leaning on a scythe nearby steps forward. "You guys are headed for a fight, right? My name's Sejima, and I want to go with you. What do you say?"
Several other would-be heroes step forward, asking to join as well, but Tunevec angrily snarls, "Enough! I'm not going to lead an army, especially one without weapons! Don't you have farms to tend? Look, we'll return with your weapons, alright? Now someone go get some horses, so we'll have a chance of getting your goods back before they're pawned off somewhere!"
Most of the crowd sheepishly step back and head off to their respective homes, a few others heading to bring back some mounts, but one half-elf steps forward, flipping a coin in his hand. "My name's Thanatis, and it looks like Ayla wants me to go with you, so there's nothing you can say that will change my mind."
"Linsaran, Sejima, and Thanatis, is it? I can't afford to waste time protecting farmers who don't know how to take care of themselves in a fight, so why should I take you along?" Tunevec demands.
((Your armor and any magical weapons have been stolen, but you can borrow or buy nonmagical weapons or any armor up to and including chain mail. You also can borrow a horse, if you don't have one. At this point, please post some dialogue, particularly an argument to Tunevec to convince him to let you go with the group.))
