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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 6, 2017 9:42:22 GMT
Toustain nodded approvingly at his sister's words. "Chosen by who?" he asked.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Feb 6, 2017 20:36:22 GMT
Andraste stared at Lysander. "Yes, why are we being told this now, instead of this morning? Can the delivery not wait another day until everyone has recovered?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 7, 2017 4:30:13 GMT
"The town council choose you. The trip is not far Nekromyr is just atop the lone peak to the south. It is a tradition for some of the youth to escort the tithe. It is an honor and you receive a blessing from the goddess of death. Always a benefit if you have a desire to live another year." Lysander replied. He forced a small smile to show he was mostly joking.
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Post by Vanda on Feb 7, 2017 21:03:46 GMT
"Well, I hope you all enjoy it," Vanda replied, sitting back, not caring much for gods and blessings and all that, she wanted to drink and enjoy herself, not travel with some tithe up a mountain for nothing. "What kind of a journey is it?" She asked, mostly out of curiosity.
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 7, 2017 21:06:20 GMT
Sabarrah snickers lightly at the perhaps double edged blessing ' so long as she wishes us to keep breathing im good with it.. guess we'd better eat fast as to get a few hours before we have to leave..' she softly sighs, having planned a late night in a rather diffrent manner to what apparently was going to be happening.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 7, 2017 21:26:12 GMT
Toustain shrugged when Lysander informed them that the council had chosen them. He would have preferred it to be later, but maybe it was time he dragged himself out of his idle stupor. A mission on behalf of the council might be good for him.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Feb 7, 2017 22:08:29 GMT
Andraste was puzzled. Why, if this was tradition, had they not been told about it before? The others seemed as puzzled as she was.
"I'll go, of course, but I'm surprised," she replied.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 8, 2017 0:31:33 GMT
"Wynnter had intended on sending the usual guards... but I thought that you all would prefer the honor. All you must do is carry a chest of gold up to the Lone peak." Lysander pointed to the to large peak that lies just east of the village. "There is a stair case carved into the peak, and it is a cool, clear night out this evening. Rest up there and come back tomorrow. I was supposed to tell you all earlier...but I was sleeping one off."
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 8, 2017 0:49:29 GMT
Sabarrah hmms 'arent you elders ment to be showing us youngsters a fine example of what we should aspire to?' Her tone turns a low hiss with barely suppressed rage as she struggles with her self. 'Today all my elders have taught me is that drunkenness is brought on by age and that I should work harder on my self control lest I become mean, stupid, hurtful and addled.' She frowns at him with the last word, clearly the first three are not aimed at him.
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Feb 8, 2017 4:01:27 GMT
Clive cut into his entree while he spoke. "Well... My mother did tell me that country folk had strange customs. Some villages simply leave out saucers of fresh milk to ward off fairies who might otherwise nab their children. Other villages sacrifice virgin maidens to ensure a bountiful harvest. If it is this particular town's custom is to hand a chest of gold to a group of exhausted, hormone-riddled, emotionally inexperienced novices of various economic backgrounds and moral codes and leave them unattended while they travel to a place with an extremely ominous name for the sake of a blessing from the goddess of death... Then we should be thankful for the surplus of fresh milk and deficit of virgin sacrifices."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 9, 2017 6:16:11 GMT
Lysander grabbed his chin and rubbed deep in thought. "Aye... Getting old causes you to drink but that is far better then the alternative." He looked slowly at bard as if the half-elf was speaking another language. "We have some bizarre customs no doubt. I think it comes from being adventurers. We have always craved danger and excitement. If you lot of youngins are too timid I am sure others would volunteer."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Feb 9, 2017 7:04:53 GMT
"Oh no." Clive held up a piece of meat on his fork. "I am absolutely game for your little pilgrimage." He then consumed it before washing it down with drink.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 9, 2017 7:13:42 GMT
If we're to be there by tomorrow's dawn, then it seems we should make our preparations now." Toustain looked directly at Lysander. "In your estimation, what's the latest we must leave to make it by the expected time?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 9, 2017 12:43:53 GMT
"It normally takes around four hours to walk up that peak. If you run you can double that time." Lysander replied.
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 9, 2017 13:43:05 GMT
"It normally takes around four hours to walk up that peak. If you run you can double that time." Lysander replied. Sabarrah blinks a couple of times and starts gigging, tipsily. 'I cannot speak for you Elder Lysander but my running speed is some what faster than you are reporting yours to be.' She looks around the group 'who is staying here? Or are we all going to go supplicant to the Goddess?'
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