Shadow Bane - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
21/2/476
Log
A posting at the freeswords offers any Freesword looking to make a few extra coin on the side and possible more respect amoung the community to the Ironsoul defenders base. After getting processed in the group is lead to a large table where a large badger wearing armor look back to the group, "Welcome everyone I see we have a few new faces around, I am Kilsa Ironsoul, leader of the Ironsoul defenders and master blacksmith. We will be leading an expediton to a castle named Shadow Bane. Which Ironically was one of the first few places to fall to shadow attacks. Now that they aren't around due to some miner taking over the place we have our chance to move in. I have a cart waiting outside, We suspect the miners are of Kindcraft origin which means that we should be on our guard as much as possible. Any questions?"
A leather clad hand shoots up, and a throat is cleared as a Grey Kitsune dressed in black leathers speaks up. "Any idea on the size of the group, any possible nasty traps that we should look for?" Angus stated as he adjusted the strap of his musket under his cloak. "I'm all up for the usual, barge in there and kick in the teeth of anything that moves...but I'm a little worried about the new faces." He commented, giving a slight shrug and hopping he didn't offend them to much.
Rogna shakes his head. "Then we will do our best to protect those of concern, Miss Ironsoul is a strong warrior in her own right, and you are not bad Angus." he says, the last portion sounds like a half compliment. "My only question my friend, is how soon we can begin." The hippo adjusts his cape and laughs to himself.
Mitchell looks up at Kilsa and bows his head towards her, "Pleasure to be here, ma'am." he smiles and tries to not look so much like a country bumpkin, looking to the side at Astrid and feeling a little more comfortable with her near. He looks back to Kilsa, "Just let me know however I can help. I'm eager to make m'name here. Ah, that name bein' Mitchell."
Astrid pokes at Mitchell's arm lightly, leaning in to tell him in a hushed voice, "First posting you drag me to is fighting Shadows and Kindcraft? Next time, I'm picking one at random." The smilodon runs her fingers over the links in her chain shirt, making sure that it's secure around her middle. Her amber eyes glance over towards Angus when he references new faces. But she has no questions, no concerns, and says nothing to the table.
"Traps are expected but nothing since Kindcraft isn't known for building much on any place they want to conquer. If any they might be of the math type. We will be moving in the cover of darkness to attempt to avoid the gaze of the miners. From the information of the blackback we will want to get inside before we start too much trouble since they have a dragon on their side and I don't mean a common bone dragon, They have a full of scales and hate dragon." She chuckled at Rogna, "We will be leaving now so walk and talk, Freeswords." She begins walking and give Mitchell hand a hardy shake, "A pleasure but please don't call me Ma'am or Miss Ironsoul or Creator Forbid, any noble sounding title or I'll charge you double for anything I make you." She leads the group out to a cart with black covering to keep out the elements, a kangaroo is at the lead of the cart. "This is Bela the best I could find." She gives a few crown to the roo and smiles before hopping in. "Now lets go." The roo waits till everyone has jumped in and begins to travel without making a single ound.
Kilsa spends 100 Crown for RP reasons.
Angus barely notices Astrid, but does feel her gaze on him for a second. "..Thank's for the Complement Rogna." At Kilsa's words he nods, remembering the last time he had tussled with a bone dragon and now he's being told they actually have a real one just waiting to tear into them. Turning to follow the others as they near the cart he walks up to Astrid and Mitchell and smiles. "My apologizes about my comment back there, I meant no offense by what I said. I'm sure you both can take care of yourselves."
Rogna laughs and whispers something to Angus as he boards the cart, before inspecting his swords and saying "Miss Ironsoul, Kilsa, it doesn't matter what I call you because whatever the price you set, is worth every penny. You do amazing work, and should be making far more than you do off me." with a smile. "You all should go to Kilsa when you need new equipment, it will serve you well."
Mitchell grins and shakes paws with Kilsa, looking up at the taller lady. "Ah, I'll try t'hold back," he responds with a goofy goat grin. He tries not to look too nervous at the rather dire description of the situation -- a real live dragon? Jeez. This sounds like a really bad idea for someone just off the mountain, but ... oh well. He's not going to turn back now. He leans to Astrid and ahs, "Yeah, you're pickin' next time," he agrees, before climbing up into the cart. He looks to Rogna, "Yeah... maybe someday I can afford somethin' fine like that."
Astrid laughs and jostles the goat. "Already in trouble! Tonight does not start well for you." She claps a hand on his shoulder as she walks out to the cart. When Angus addresses her, she flashes another toothy grin. "Is good! We can take care of ourselves plenty. We will take care of each other too." Maybe not fighting-a-dragon take care of, but she sure did whomp those squirrel things at the farm earlier! She climbs into the cart, looking only slightly more optimistic than Mitchell.
Kilsa cleans her knuckles and smiles at the group, "Keep it down. We don't want to get ambushed. Heh but as far as my weapon are concerned I have really good prices for high quality weapons. I have given Angus here a few for free." She whispers as the cart ride continues. The cart come to a slow stop, "That seems pretty fast but the ride was so quiet I can't tell how fast we were going." Kilsa jumps out of the cart and look around noticing that they are very far from the Castle and it can be seen looming in the distance.
"Kilsa here makes the best weapons around in my opinion...and yes she did give me a few for free, but the most prominent one was stolen by bandits not to long ago." Angus comments, as he draws his hood up. When the cart stops he tenses, hearing something that didn't sit well with him. Stepping out of the cart he draws a slender looking tanto from his cloak, and the sharp click of a muskets hammer can be heard as he snarls soflty. "Trouble."
Rogna smiles to Mitchell and Astrid, handing them large bags of crowns. "You now have that kind of money, get yourselves something nice." As the cart stops and Angus speaks out, Rogna draws both of his swords and readys himself to retaliate.
Mitchell blinks as he is given some money, and looks to Rogna wide-eyed, "Really? You don't want something for--" He's probably told to hush, as it's supposed to be a silent trip. So he's otherwise silent for the trip. He looks around a bit, sort of looking at the other adventurers in the group, and trying to be as quiet as he can. He's a big white fluffy thing so he still kind of sticks out, not exactly stealthy in any particular capacity. When the cart stops and Kilsa gets out, he starts to climb out as well. At Angus' words, he blinks, and reaches for his sword, looking around.
Astrid takes the money, blinking, twisting her muzzle slightly. She's wordless for a few moments as she hefts the fat sack of money. "Thanks," she says finally. She doesn't look like she's heard anything when Angus and Kilsa react, her eyes searching blindly around inside the cart. But she trusts the words of her companion and sets a hand on her own weapon, an abused and scarred war hammer, and makes her way out of the cart behind the others. She leaves the money in the cart. It's hard to fight looking like Scrooge McDuck ready to refill his pool.
