Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Sept 4, 2007 14:29:13 GMT -5
With tempers on the verge of flaring, the group is in agreement that they will do their best to press on to the next town, hoping to make it there before the storm hits.
Edrianna sits, calming her nerves inside of the carriage, Marlowe guides the horses from his place upon the driver's bench, the students ride their own horses or walk along in step, all keeping alert for more signs of danger.
Progress is slowed for a bit, as the group passes over a rocky and winding trail, but the paths clear up after a while as small houses and lights come into view.
The sky becomes darker by the minute. Rain begins to drizzle down, picking up pace as the night approaches.
"Only about five more miles," Marlowe assures, thunder rumbling loudly and lightening flashing like clockwork by this point. With each step, the cold rain picks up strength, drenching the group through and through as it falls in sheets from the deep gray sky.
Finally Greenvale comes into sight, doted with a number of wooden and brick houses, open fields, and a few larger buildings nearer to the center.
The town is not walled, nor is it gated. A guard at his post, head and shoulders draped in a thick canvas hood to protect from the rain hails the group. He eyes the students and their weapons.
"We are only passing through, in need of a place to spend the night," Marlowe shouts over the storm before any conclusions can be jumped to.
The guard motions toward the town with a wave of his hand. "Then by all means travelers, find your rest here. Welcome. The Mockingbird Inn, just down that stretch, is likely to have a few rooms and a fire to dry yourselves by."
He points in the general direction of where the inn is to be found.
(Sense Motive: All success: the guard almost appears as if he is relieved to see the group, practically ready to escort them to the inn himself if he were not expected to remain at his post.)
The group heads toward the inn, unable to see much of what else Greenvale has to offer in the darkness.
A well lit and cozy looking inn awaits the young adventurers at the end of the indicated path. Marlowe mentions the stables around the back of the inn. Edrianna offers to run in to check for rooms and a stablehand.
Three rooms are available and horses are put up in the stables.
Edrianna and the students head into the inn while Marlowe stays behind for a few moments, most likely collecting a few items from the carriage which he does not wish to leave unattended.
Inside, the warmth of the fire hits everyone. Several tables and couches are occupied by patrons having drinks and hot meals. There are a few which are empty, including a couch near the fire which Edrianna insists that the group sit at.
A pretty human girl with spiraling red curls walks over to the group.
"Hi. . . umm, I'm Jade. Can I, uh. Can I get any of you anything?" she asks, clearly a bit out of sorts and distracted.
Soon after the group is seated and Jade has taken orders and returned with food and drink, Marlowe enters toting a large leather satchel.
He walks toward the group, but before he can make it across the room to sit, he is caught off guard by Jade, who throws her arms about the half elf, nearly knocking him off of his feet.
(Anyone wanting to do anything in particular before entering the inn or during the travel may feel free and it will be addressed. Anyone wanting to take any actions while inside the inn please do so.)
Will also need to know sleeping arrangements. There are three rooms available, with two beds each, and six of you. Who is sharing a room with whom.
Edrianna sits, calming her nerves inside of the carriage, Marlowe guides the horses from his place upon the driver's bench, the students ride their own horses or walk along in step, all keeping alert for more signs of danger.
Progress is slowed for a bit, as the group passes over a rocky and winding trail, but the paths clear up after a while as small houses and lights come into view.
The sky becomes darker by the minute. Rain begins to drizzle down, picking up pace as the night approaches.
"Only about five more miles," Marlowe assures, thunder rumbling loudly and lightening flashing like clockwork by this point. With each step, the cold rain picks up strength, drenching the group through and through as it falls in sheets from the deep gray sky.
Finally Greenvale comes into sight, doted with a number of wooden and brick houses, open fields, and a few larger buildings nearer to the center.
The town is not walled, nor is it gated. A guard at his post, head and shoulders draped in a thick canvas hood to protect from the rain hails the group. He eyes the students and their weapons.
"We are only passing through, in need of a place to spend the night," Marlowe shouts over the storm before any conclusions can be jumped to.
The guard motions toward the town with a wave of his hand. "Then by all means travelers, find your rest here. Welcome. The Mockingbird Inn, just down that stretch, is likely to have a few rooms and a fire to dry yourselves by."
He points in the general direction of where the inn is to be found.
(Sense Motive: All success: the guard almost appears as if he is relieved to see the group, practically ready to escort them to the inn himself if he were not expected to remain at his post.)
The group heads toward the inn, unable to see much of what else Greenvale has to offer in the darkness.
A well lit and cozy looking inn awaits the young adventurers at the end of the indicated path. Marlowe mentions the stables around the back of the inn. Edrianna offers to run in to check for rooms and a stablehand.
Three rooms are available and horses are put up in the stables.
Edrianna and the students head into the inn while Marlowe stays behind for a few moments, most likely collecting a few items from the carriage which he does not wish to leave unattended.
Inside, the warmth of the fire hits everyone. Several tables and couches are occupied by patrons having drinks and hot meals. There are a few which are empty, including a couch near the fire which Edrianna insists that the group sit at.
A pretty human girl with spiraling red curls walks over to the group.
"Hi. . . umm, I'm Jade. Can I, uh. Can I get any of you anything?" she asks, clearly a bit out of sorts and distracted.
Soon after the group is seated and Jade has taken orders and returned with food and drink, Marlowe enters toting a large leather satchel.
He walks toward the group, but before he can make it across the room to sit, he is caught off guard by Jade, who throws her arms about the half elf, nearly knocking him off of his feet.
(Anyone wanting to do anything in particular before entering the inn or during the travel may feel free and it will be addressed. Anyone wanting to take any actions while inside the inn please do so.)
Will also need to know sleeping arrangements. There are three rooms available, with two beds each, and six of you. Who is sharing a room with whom.