It has been a rough few weeks and this tunic is really really itchy...but at least I am going to make a difference in this world. I am really hoping we have some downtime soon so I can get away from everyone and reconnect with nature. I need to collect some more clothing supplies, Ranulph and the rest of the men keep killing the animals all wrong and they leave nothing left for me. I have tried showing them several better methods but they can't seem to kill anything without completly mangling or destroying it.
I don't know if they are not very nice people, or if I am not doing enough to help? I know Ranulph said that Jaque and Babin's backs hurt so I am carrying all of their supplies...and I do most of the cooking and cleaning. The one thing I am good at and like to do they don't want me to help with so maybe Like my father said I am just big and useless.
I am saving as much of my gold as I can to buy a better made sword, the old I have I do the best I can with but I can only care for it as best as I know how and when I get angry I get a little reckless and who knows what I will end up hitting.
The best thing out of this trip is learning all about endurance. Ranulph keeps talking about how important it is and I am really taking it to heart. I know that Endurance overcomes all...
The Free City of Restov is a bustling place full of trade, craft and training. Metals are imported over land and through the river to blacksmiths who make the weapons that the dueling students use. The other standard fare in town exists to support the singular goal of training, be it craftsmen of food, drink and clothing, or rarer goods like alchemy, magic and art. The religion is appropriate to the town, the cathedral to Erastil a product of the untameable frontier to the south. Gorum and Pharasma are present, just as they are across all of Brevoy with the threats of war and death a common fear across the land.
The invasion of Choral the Conqueror had ended just over 200 years ago, with a defeat for the Aldori Swordlords. But they were always wary and prepared to defend their freedom, despite technically being vassals to the throne. When the entire royal family suddenly vanished 2 years ago, were they still bound to the new king? Debates continued as the city prepared for anything.
Shum led Ranulph's party as they pushed through crowded streets. A respectable inn with enough room to spare was hard to come by, so the noble settled for something cheaper. No decor but there was a fireplace and plenty of room. Ranulph's guard of 8 men sat at a long plain bench, where he took a seat at the head.
"Finally a meal worthy of me," Said Ranulph as plates were brought out to the table. "Anything will beat the usual slop," He glanced at Shum. "Barmaid! Bring me a bottle of your finest wine and mugs of ale for all the boys." He also whispered an order to her and handed her two gold.
It didn't take long before the wine was finished, Ranulph drank straight from the bottle and smashed it against the floor. The other patrons didn't dare speak out, despite their obvious ire. He turned in for an early night, heading upstairs with a barmaid.
Shum waited until everyone was off to bed, and made a loop around the bar making sure nothing was out of the ordinary before securing a spot in the common room closest to upstairs in case anything happened. After settling in he started trying to clean what was left of a rabbit from last week using some water and a little brush. He knew it was tidious work which was perfect when he was always the last one to bed and the first one up. Other than when they encountered a fierce battle and he would usually end up too tired to wait up...Hopefully tomorrow Runolph will have something important for me...or maybe we will have some free time and I can go get some supplies and materials.
It takes quite some time for the ground floor of the inn to empty. Some patrons left to go to there own homes, some had private rooms and a few lodged in the bunks of the common room, with the other guards. The mattress is rough but a night without rain and wind is better than camping.
The morning arrives and the guards and other patrons are dressing themselves and preparing for the day. You see Ranulph is groggy but cheerful. It seems he tried to cure his hangover with more drink as he stumbles into the common room, saying, "You all can have the day off. We should be heading off in 3 days time to catch the best weather down, but we can prepare later. Today is a break for everyone!" He leaves behind a pouch of 24 gold, 3 for each guard, your pay for the journey down.
Ranulph staggers away and the others take off the pieces of armor they had managed to don, changing into something casual. Naturally, that wasn't a problem for Shum, who was now spoilt for choice of activities in town. Certainly the many merchants and food stores could provide what the guard needed, with time to spare.
Out of Character: Tips... I don't think I can give any. You can't role play wrong (Rules are another matter), and play by post isn't an exact art.
Shum quickly loads his "Armor" Into his backpack and heads down the street stopping to buy a few supplies on his way out of town with his 3 gold.
Soon he finds himself in the middle of the woods whistling to himself as he starts setting up a variety of snares enjoying the peace and quiet of the woods. He finds a tree stump to lean against near a small stream and starts laying out some of his tools and supplies to see what he has left from the last week. He sighs realizing he only has the one rabbit pelt and even with the effort he put in last night there isn't much he can do with it.
Packing up his supplies he takes a look around strips down and hops in the brisk stream letting the water cool him off after the hard rough march this last week...after a few minutes he hears the small bell on one his traps going off...
The forest is a small one in the hilly terrain 2 miles from town.
The bell keeps ringing as whatever is trapped struggles hard to break free. Donning his kilt he heads to the source of the noise. He sees a bloody sight before him as two brown feathered white-tailed eagles butcher a trapped goat. They try to pull it away but the rope is anchored well and the bell jingles as they struggle. They screech as Shum approaches.
Shum with sword in hand rushes toward the eagles determined to not have the goat slaughtered in vein. Knowing that eagle feathers could make a nice accent piece to a hat, belt or skirt he hopes to cut one, if not both of them down without too much of a struggle.
The eagles react quickly to the intruder. One continues to injure the goat which bleats loudly filling the air with noise. The other eagle screeches and swoops to Shum but flies by moving too quickly and allowing Shum an opening.
Out of Character: You can roll 3 rounds at a time if you want.