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Lette Lette acknowledges the elf's introduction with a nod. So the dwarf was a criminal? She wasn't about to broach the subject any more than was necessary. She'd take it at face value; after all, she was summoned by the mayor. Can't be an outright murderer. "Oh, I most certainly did," she nodded to Martin. "It's part of what made my first day in Noah so memorable!" She shifted her focus to the discussion between Lo'el and Alec, before turning to the latter and asking: "How can you be so sure? About the, um, dågons?"
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Lette "'Dolan,' then. Sorry," she said, knowing full well that she may repeat this mistake. Stopping the spirits. The proposition had a certain charm to Lette, but she had nary the first thought as to how one might go about doing it. Her few years had encompassed enough history for the obvious rejoinder, though: "Um, Ms. Isit, by that measure are we not only just emerging from a centuries-old drought?"
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Lette Defend a caravan? A worthy cause, but... mortal combat? But he said it may not even come to that... Lette steeled herself. This brave new world had already unfolded. She had seen and largely avoided the dangers of her overland trek. In the bubble of the farm, there was some sense in which the state of the world could have been denied — until something hostile burst it. She was not a born soldier, but she could defend herself. Whether she was capable of defending others, though, was of the essence. If not, then her very purpose would be revealed a sham: just a more gussied-up sort of denial, reverting the world by ignoring what's changed. Clinging to a wish she could never realize. A vanity. She set her jaw. "Yes, we'll... yes." She followed the crowd as the scene unfolded with an almost dreamlike quality. Spending those five points on removing them thar killin' inhibitions. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 06:23 on Mar 15, 2012 |
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Lette As much as Lette wanted to supply her hunting credentials, taking down an occasional 8- or 10-point buck hardly compared to firing from a cart at unknown targets. She nodded wanly, and gave her bow a pat. "I'll manage," she managed. "He said they could provide arms. You... seem to know about this sort of thing. Is there a different type of arrow I should use?"
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Lette Lette regarded the faun with a shrug. "Seems the two of us will but learn as we go," she offered. "Though it's reassuring to see some of us downright comfy with the challenge at hand. "Let's ride." 'Fore the nerve quits, she added internally.
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Lette "My Da and I once turned wolves off a neighbor's stray lamb," she says, sounding somewhat more assured than a moment ago. "Mayhap the gist of this ain't much different, at bottom." Aeolius fucked around with this message at 04:01 on Mar 16, 2012 |
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Lette Lette wastes no time availing herself of the proffered goods, leaving her jacket and pack behind at the station. She loads into the cart, nodding at Isit's suggestions. They sound sensible enough. pre:Temporary inventory:
Lyre, small, $100, 5 lbs.
Spear, $40, 4 lbs
Bow, short, $50, 2 lbs
Hip Quiver, $15, 1 lb
15 arrows, $30, 1.5 lbs
Knife, large, $40, 1 lb
Cloth cap, $5, 1 DR (skull) (layered, no penalty)
Legionary Helmet, --, 6 lbs, 4 DR (skull, face) (layered, no penalty)
Steel Breastplate, --, 18 lbs, 5F DR (torso)
Studded leather skirt, $60, 4 lbs. 3/2* DR (groin, legs)
Boots, $80, 3 lbs, 2 DR (feet)
Total encumbrance: 44.5 lbs (light)
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Lette Lette tried to slow her breathing. This was it. The moment of truth. Arrow nocked. Her companions seemed to be trying to give diplomacy a shot. That was also acceptable to her, though it put her in the rather awkward position of perhaps being the first in the position to aggress. For all that she finally convinced herself to go whole hog on this, there can only be so many hogs at once — one, really. Lette took aim. If their words worked, fine. If not, maybe she wouldn't miss her mark by so very much. Crouching behind the cart wall as part of an Aim action (short bow Acc 1) directed at A2. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 11/11, FP 12/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 15 arrows
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Lette Lette hears the word. Resigned to follow the methods of a more experienced hand, she adjusts her course accordingly. AOA for +1 that I AM NO LONGER GETTING FROM AIMING
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Lette The girl gasps when she realizes the archers' intent. Almost reflexively, she scoots over, leans forward and does everything she can to comfort the horses. She clicks her tongue, speaks in soothing tones and pats their flanks reassuringly. "Be still, it's alright. It's not serious. Let's get you away from this, yes?" In a much more serious and sharp tone, she addresses the driver: "Come, help me. We must steady them and turn the cart around." Going to do that: calm the horses, then get this cart moved to someplace less dangerous. Turning it around at the very least, but then maybe also put a little distance down. Just enough to make the horses unappealing targets. Animal Handling (Eqine) 12, -5 for panicked animals. Due to talents, my Teamster default is 10. Will work cooperatively with the driver if it will help the odds of success. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 11/11, FP 12/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 14 arrows
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Lette "Take them a little further out," Lette instructs the driver. "Just out of easy range; don't overtax them! I'll see to their wounds after this." At least, she hoped she'd be able to. She hops from the cart as it completes its turn, before it can build up any speed, and fetches an arrow from her hip quiver. "Lo'el, I fear you credit them too much civility," she calls, preparing to rejoin the fight. If I didn't uncrouch last turn, doing so now as part of a Ready maneuver. Drawing an arrow and taking a step (upper left hex) to clear the cart. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 11/11, FP 12/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 14 arrows
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Lette As the engagement at close quarters begins, Lette watches one guard take a nasty strike to the leg, and Martin narrowly avoid a similar fate. There is no reflection on this, no visceral response from within; the scene is unfolding too quickly to continue to be mortified, and it is all she can do to process it all as bare information. With hands that had already ceased to tremble, she nocks her second arrow. The archers are no longer the only threat. As such, she looks to the one menacing the fallen guard. Someone has to ruin that one's day. Readying bow for attack next turn. Do steps still work the same in this terrain, or will it just put me between two hexes? Either way, I am stepping in the direction of the upper-right hex. For the moment, the plan is to go after C2 next round, but that may change depending on the outcome of this one. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 11/11, FP 12/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 14 arrows
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Lette Her target draws closer. So much the better. Lette peers at the creature, lining up her shot as carefully and as determinedly as she can in the span of a split second. Inhale. Exhale. She let fly her volley. AoA! C2! Bow 13 +1(sm) -4(distance) +1 AoA = 11! Random location! ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 11/11, FP 12/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows
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Lette A second time, she released an arrow. A second time, it struck true. A second time, it made no impression. Well, perhaps it made some impression. It certainly turned her target's head, along with the rest of his considerable mass, which promptly rushed at the chance to meet so fine an archer. The ground was a blunt comfort, the only thing that felt stable as her vision spun, her ears rang, and her lungs rushed to put signs all around town in the hopes that someone had seen which way her breath had fled. Hard to say how long it was between her attempt to drag in air and her eventual success. Couldn't have been but a fraction of a second, but oh, how it dragged on... "Up," she mutely mouthed. Can't give in yet. He's right there, and he's got a damned spear. She moved as quickly as her body would permit — which is to say, not all that quickly at all. Change Posture to kneeling. Feverish defense, +2 dodge. 9 base -2 kneeling +2 feverish = 9, and attempts to target me are at -2 for smaller effective size, plus whatever additional confusion the corn cover adds. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 7/11, FP 11/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13 (readied), 1d-1 imp; Spear-12, 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows Aeolius fucked around with this message at 05:32 on May 19, 2012 |
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Lette Through the foliage, Lette could barely make out the shape of Isit taking a nasty-looking kick. The situation was no less frantic than when she'd left. Lette pulled the spear off her back as she rose, pressing it into the ground to aid her return to full height. Three against one. Maybe they'd yet live to rejoin the others. "Are you alright?" she croaked at Isit. The words barely seemed to carry past her mouth. Dropping bow as a free action. Ready maneuver to procure spear, wielded in two hands, range 2. Shifting from kneeling to standing as my step. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 7/11, FP 11/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows
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Lette Leaving her bow, Lette followed the centaur out of the field. It did not appear the others were faring much better than she had. Scarcely sure how to proceed, Lette looks around, utterly disoriented. Should she aid the others? Or the fallen soldier, for whom the centaur doubled back? It was too much to process. She looked to Isit for a cue. Moving. If Isit moves north, I will form up and also do this. Staying along the outskirts of the corn. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 7/11, FP 11/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows
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Lette She had not the first clue of what the "package" was, but she would not have gone through all of that simply to stand idly by as two of them assault the downed guards. As fast as her legs would take her, as well as her ragged breaths could nourish her, she bounded forward after the centaur that had laid her low moments before. She would not give an inch to these abominable agents of whatever wretched queen would see fit to employ them. Move & Attack. S2, SE4, attacking C2's flank. Adjusted skill will be like... 8? Mighty Blows, because Go Big. So, 1d+4 total. Having some guaranteed singles in there is worth more to me than doing the 2d conversion, if I get a choice. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 7/11, FP 10/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows Aeolius fucked around with this message at 05:31 on Mar 21, 2012 |
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Lette Regrouping from yet another failure, Lette winced at her newest wound. The blow to her leg was minor — she'd had worse playing in the fields as a child, let alone within the last minute. Yet it gave her pause to consider that perhaps she was well and truly outclassed. It seemed almost certain, in fact. The sight of the other centaur attempting to crush one guard beneath his hooves put the thought out of her mind. She had to break through. That meant putting this one out to pasture. Gritting her teeth, she jabbed again. Spear attack vs C2, ES 13, random hit location. Putting Might in my Blow (1d+4 imp). Active defense: Feverish Parry/Retreat (12) ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 6/11, FP 8/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows Aeolius fucked around with this message at 03:46 on Mar 22, 2012 |
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Lette Exhausted and pained, the girl continued pressing what she hoped was her advantage. She was gaining ground: a good thing, one might surmise. Her muscles were knots of coarse, rusted iron. Her armor seemed to be pulling her into the soft earth — and oh, how soft it had been in the field — but her work was not yet finished. Not until these two beast-men took their leave. One way, or another. Step & Spear attack vs C2, ES 13 random hit location. Mighty Blow. Active defense: dodge/retreat (12). No feverishness. ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 6/11, FP 6/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows
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Lette Even as she continued her endless vain efforts to wound her opponent, he paused to stab at one of the downed guards. Was it that he considered her no threat? If history is any indicator, he may have solid ground for his beliefs. But defying history is what makes an event notable. "Enough! Strike the fallen once more and I'll see that it's the last thing you do!" To drive home the point, she launched yet another of what the centaur must by now be regarding as perfunctory attacks. To her, it was no small effort. More mit die schteppen und die schtabben @ C2, ES 13 random hit location. No FP options for now (saving up in case I need to make good on my threat). Active defense: dodge/retreat (12). ST-11, DX-11, IQ-12, HT-12 HP 6/11, FP 6/12, Will-12, Per-13, BS-6.00, BM-6 Adv: Fit, Wild Talent 2/2 Weap: Shortbow-13, 1d-1 imp; Spear-12 (readied), 1d+2 imp; knife-13, 1d-1 imp/cut; Armor: DR 5 torso (front); DR 3/2* groin/legs, DR 2 feet, DR 4 face, DR 5 head; Active Defenses: Dodge-9 (preferred); Knife/Spear parry 9 13 arrows
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Lette They ran. By the gods, they fled. A parting shot elicited a gasp from Lette, but she did not move. Until it was clear that they were well and truly leaving, she stood her ground, panting and gasping. All needed aid. Though no doctor, she would see to all she could, just as soon as it was safe. The cornfields were a blessing; if none among them had bandages, then this wouldn't be the first time she'd have staunched wounds with a few stalks' worth of leaves. That left the matter of the caravan, and whether any yet lived aboard the carts. All in due time: just a moment longer. Lette's standing her ground this round. Following this, she will see to the wounded. First Aid 13, Naturalist 13. Herb Lore is, upon further investigation, not quite what I thought it was. Thus, I am splitting its 2 CP (bringing it to 11) and putting 1 into Pharmacy: Herbal (10). Also in the course of this maybe checking what is the deal with the carts. Per 13. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 06:57 on Mar 24, 2012 |
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Lette So many wounds. Lette did the best she could with the materials at hand. To her own wound, she saw last; a small scratch on the leg scarcely compared with many of the gashes and fissures sustained in the preceding seconds. To Isit's remark, she shook her head. "Well enough, maybe. Is this how it usually goes?" When the patching was as complete as it was bound to be, Lette walked to the nearer of the two carts and peered past the deceased gentleman at the helm. "Aye," she shouted back to Lo'el, "but I can't see a mark on him. His wasn't a violent end." She walked around the side of the cart, dragging her hand along the the canvas cover stretched from side to side. Rounding to the rear, she hops aboard and takes a closer look. "It's bare. What of the other?" Any traces aboard the cart indicating what it might, at one time, have been carrying? Per 13
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Lette "Nothing," she replies to Martin. "Maybe this cart was chocked with passengers at some point, but not now and not that I've seen. No way to ask the driver, leastwise." To Lo'el: "Could be. It's as good a yarn as any I can spin to explain this."
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Lette Without thinking, Lette hops down from the cart. She winces as she hits the ground, and looks down to see the red spot on her leg bandage blossoming outward. She tightens it and walks, more gently, over to the cart. "Who's that?!"
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Lette Catching up, Lette pulled off her helmet as she joined those gathered around the girl. Her breath caught in her throat. Kat stood alone, sundered from everyone she had ever known and loved, and clutching a single possession — the sole remnant of a life that had almost certainly come to an end. In the girl's large, frightened eyes, she could not avoid spotting her own reflection. "Dear, I'm so sorry," she said, taking a knee. "Where did you see your mommy last? Was there anyone else with you?"
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Lette "I'm sure your mommy wants to see you, too. We'll do everything we can to help you. Both of you. Okay?" She smiled, doing everything in her power to keep at bay the emotions this encounter was triggering. "You must have been in there a long time. We'll have to get you something to eat." After a measured silence, Lette tentatively reached out to indicate the stuffed animal. "What's this one's name?"
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Lette Something was missing in all this. Or, more accurately: someone. quote:Dear Gilbert, Her pen sat unmoving on the page, a spot of ink growing beneath the tip. How to possibly sum the whirlwind that this short day has already been? She thought on it and continued on a new line. quote:Today has only just begun, but for all its gravity, it feels more than a week in weight. --- Lette walked up to the girl, raising a hand in a still wave. She placed on a chair beside her a basket containing paper, pencils of charcoal and pigmented wax, a tiny shirt — sized for a doll — and a penny-whistle. "Hello, Kat. I saw this, and thought you might enjoy it. Do you like drawing? Well, anyway, I have to go, but I'll see you around." She smiled brightly before taking her leave. On her way up the stairs, she whispered the same prayer to Dinym that she had spoken many a time in the past eight weeks. --- "I would also appreciate the chance to assist," she said, when an opening presented itself. The others had already voiced many of her own concerns: the centaurs, a map, the queen. "The centaurs said that they had achieved one of their objectives. I can't imagine that wounding people acting in the service of a city is the sort of thing a queen would order. I can only assume they were after Kat. If she is to be placed with a family, I wonder if they might be given whatever extra security the city guard can spare. That is, I know they're quite busy as it is..." she trailed off, finally nodding to signal the completion of her thought. A thought occurs to her just as she surrenders the floor again. "Oh, um, and is there any word about a possible driver of the second cart? One who may have perhaps bailed? Over so great a distance, a driverless cart held even with the other seems... unlikely. Especially given the condition of the other driver." For recordkeeping: I am valuing the gift basket at $60. Inventory has been updated accordingly. Roll of 9 against Teamster default 10 to sniff out something fishy about the driver situation. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 07:26 on Jun 11, 2012 |
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Lette Lette nodded in sober agreement with Martin. "These times are something foul, I'll vouch as many times as I'm asked. But what do you propose we've missed? But perhaps I ask the wrong question," she finished, suddenly self-conscious. "It seems unanimous: we'll investigate, then. We've everything they were chasing in hand, and the lands they covered before us. I'll gladly go wherever the need is greatest." Though her immediate skills were better suited to holding a trail, she was intrigued to see what Dolan had planned. How does a mage perform a search? She leaned over to Lo'el and whispered, "I'll show you where I bought mine after this." Aeolius fucked around with this message at 11:17 on Mar 25, 2012 |
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Lette "I came to Noah from the plains northwest of here, through the woods. Seven or eight weeks, on foot. I've been to a few settlements matching your description, though I don't know if they're the ones you have in mind. Stripped bare of life, where there were signs there ever was any. There was a traveler's inn, maybe a third as far as my home, that was simply not there. I didn't see so much as a brick of it, nor stone for foundation. I... wished to believe that my map was in error. In truth, I can't say." She paused, staring off for a moment, then added, "I don't recall passing through Paldiski. I think my course may have been more westerly. But if experience is any guide, nothing awaits us there. By her account of it, though, Kat last saw her mother not days but hours before we found her, so there were most certainly others who'd already fled. It may be worth a sweep."
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Lette "I hardly believe it could be anything but supernatural," Lette intoned bitterly. "Lord Roland, if I may beg a matter of my own: while, as you say, you do not personally account for everyone in town, might any word have reached you about a young boy arriving, or found nearby, unaccompanied? One Gilbert Hirthal — light hair, not much older than the child Kat? "I hope I am not overreaching in my request, but if you have not heard anything, might you... pass a word along to your various 'eyes and ears'?" She nodded to Lo'el. "Of course. I scarcely know the area myself, but the market is surprisingly navigable." Aeolius fucked around with this message at 01:47 on Mar 26, 2012 |
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Lette What was that she had seen? The girl left the office with brow furrowed. Finally, she shrugged. More eyes were more eyes. She would worry about the rest later. If he expected to extract payment for his aid, then perhaps fates would find her once again resuming the life of a sharecropper, albeit with a city's lord as landlord. The expanse beyond the city walls lay fallow, and surely in need of experienced hands to produce for the growing population. She did not find the idea entirely disagreeable, especially with the old dream of homesteading dashed to bits on the jagged newness of this era. Setting aside her concerns, she pulled her own journal out of her pack and turned to Lo'el. "Something like this? I think it was a good deal, but they had cheaper or pricier ones, if you're after something with a nicer binding. I saw all sorts, though, even scrolls." She regarded Isit and Alec, both preparing to go shop for their own respective goods. She hailed the northerner before he could get to the door. "Why don't you join us, Mr. Alec? I might need a stronger bow, too. I think I saw someone doing fletchery further down from where we're headed, so it couldn't be far off." She turned and spoke to the elf without so much as a trace of her former anxiety. "And you also, Ms. Isit. I didn't see any witches, but we can all search together. Maybe we'll catch up with Mr. Dolan or Mr. de Mignolet, on the way back." Out the door, Lette led the way, as well as she could remember, to the set of stalls where she had acquired her book and ink. "It was further down from the inn, past all these... food carts." Her stomach growled, in her own mind drowning out the sounds of the street. "Excuse me for just a moment," she said, stepping towards a vendor boasting some of the most densely packed kebabs she'd ever seen. Marketeers, roll call! Aeolius fucked around with this message at 09:00 on Mar 26, 2012 |
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Lette "Umm," Lette began, speaking through a mouthful of meat gamier than lamb but not so strong as venison — unless it had been boiled? It had been seared over flame, clearly. Seemed too large a chunk for rabbit. Was it goa- Lette froze mid-chew. She slowly pivoted, looking from Lo'el to the stall owner. "It's... mutton," she finally said, swallowing. "Let's move on. This is" incredible, oh gods and the peppers "overdone. A little. Do you, um, like... noodles?" Aeolius fucked around with this message at 10:57 on Mar 26, 2012 |
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Lette "Yeah. Like over here, hanging. Just a short boil and they're ready." She spoke shortly, tearing at the remaining bits of meat on her skewer. "Mm, they look like you'd need some kind of tool to make, right? Not really, though. C'n do it by hand. Jus' need gunh fwhar." She pauses, pacing herself. "...Good flour. I'm not an expert at it, but it's fun, now and again."
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Lette - Market Though Lette couldn't speak for Lo'el, she volunteered: "It's something my mother taught me. Whenever I set a long-term goal, I start a journal. Well… not whenever, but always for important ones. It's a way to focus. To make sure everything holds together, new details tying in with the same aim. "But you have to name it after your goal, for the best result. Names are important; they hold power. Essence, she said." Lette stared off for a moment, contemplating Kat's response to her question about her stuffed bunny. It had seemed utterly alien to her, not to have at least a bare, smoky outline of a name for something you'd clutch so desperately. Different people, she supposed, might cling to different traditions. Still, it was so fundamental a thing... "Cheer...? I dunno. It's just an exciting place, I guess. Don't you think?" Aeolius fucked around with this message at 19:19 on Mar 26, 2012 |
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Lette - Market Well, it was never just one farm, Lette wanted to respond to the first question, but the observations that followed took the lead right promptly. "Um, I never really thought about it. It's just the way things were. She read a lot, even though we never had a lot of books. She'd borrow and resell them, whenever a trader passed our way or we'd take a crop into town." She gaped at the casual reference to thievery and violence. "What, knifed?! Even in broad daylight?" She certainly hadn't detected malice in any of the people she'd met in the last few days. Of course, she was thoroughly inexperienced with Urbania on the whole. No excuse to be careless. "...I'll bear that in mind." She considered Lo'el's words. "Friends and family awaiting word from you with bated breath, how lovely! Must you deliver these tales in person, or will you be using couriers? Oh, or carrier birds! They're such fascinating creatures. "If it's not private, may I ask how many you are in all?" She shrugged at the northerner. "It may be that you know more than I do about the power of words, Mr. Alec. I only really know what I've been taught, I suppose. I'll say this, though: if all words can have a glammer, names must wear it brighter than most. They say that's why you can always hear your own name spoken, even quietly in a noisy room. Or in your heart, when the speaker is leagues away." She winced at the notion that someone was excited to see her kill another in combat. She was, frankly, relieved that no such desire existed within herself. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 21:08 on Mar 26, 2012 |
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Lette Lette nodded at Isit, giving the elf her full attention so as not to hear the suddenly-entirely-more-private-than-intended discussion about Lo'el's people. "Well... a name's a lot of things, but the most important one is the True Name, ma told me. For most it's pretty much their given name, but when you have a bunch of them, it's different. Um, but I don't remember how. Sorry. "Oh! Here's the place, Lo'el! All along the side, here. See, that's like the one I got, just a different color. And archery supplies are past that cart over there." Her own bow had served her well, but if circumstance required one that could actually pierce armor, then so be it. Failed Occultism roll!
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Lette - der Markt Lette tries out several bows larger than her own. She could use either of these two simple ones comfortably, if she could endure some pecuniary discomfort. On that note, it seemed the composite bow was out, straightaway. "Excuse me. How much would offer me for my shortbow?" Start simple. Diplomacy 10. Just putting this here now so I don't forget.
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Lette "Oh! Sure," she nods. After some lengthy personal deliberation, Lette decides to go for broke, making an offer on a pair of bows. For herself, she chose a longbow, and seven arrows to fill out her hip quiver, with another few for Alec. By the end of the episode, she finds she has been cleaned out with surgical precision. No sense holding back on key survival gear; that money isn't going to save your life in the field. Besides, she's on payroll, now... what a thing to be able to say! Buy (at haggle rates): Regular bow: $110 Longbow: $220 10 arrows: $22 (sub: 352) Sell: Shortbow: -$45 Total: $307. Remaining cash after transaction: Exactly $0.
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Lette "You're welcome," Lette replied, turning over the partial coin in her hand. She shrugged. She'd seen money in worse shape accepted. "Keeper? Of what kind of lore? You mean like a librarian? Or maybe a cleric?"
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