7 - 050: An Army of the Dark

[K Man]

Londo and Graak - [TTC, yeah, you could load them up with stuff if needed but due to physical condition, their loads are halved and their speed is -10 ft. They also lose the endurance feat.]

The Dwarf shakes his head.

"The desert? Well I make no guaranties, but they should hold up for a little while during your trek."

"There really aren't any more horses for sale in town. Most folks have used them up or sold them for coins. Times are hard in Neutral City. It's as though this very land sucks the life from you...from everything around here."

He looks to the sad collection of horses in the back 'pasture'.

"I'd let you have 'em both for 10 gold?"

He waits for a response.
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Elxethan - {Waiting on Response.}
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Drop'Gar - Arturick's wry smile fades, melting into a slightly perturbed frown.



"I'm amazed your own stupidity hasn't already spelled your doom..." He studies your predicament for a moment, then the smile returns. "Oh wait, it has."

"I was asking who you are working with because it's clear someone wants you returned safely."

He hold up the note clearly for you to read. You recognize the handwriting, if not a bit out-of-order, it's Elxethan's. Arturick holds it clearly before your good eye so that you can read it.



"However...I think I will take your advice and go find out who is waiting for me. In fact, I'll take a little item you left for me...a certain hat that will make this all the more interesting."

"I'll also take one of my brothel workers, a girl I've been meaning to get rid of anyway..."

He goes back to work, putting the mouthpiece back into your mouth before you can offer much verbal resistance. He double-checks the bonds, ensuring that nothing has slipped from its place, and then turns. He exits the prison with his usual swarm of undead creatures and locks it.

He exits the prison area and shuts the door behind him...leaving you in the dark.
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[Japic]

<well shit> Good luck Elxethan.

I've got nothing to say or do until my situation changes.

Edit: That was a cop out. He's atleast gonna try to escape.

Escape Artist (at insane DC) Dex +2 (assuming he took everything fom me; if I still have my gloves of dex, its at +3)

If escape is at all possible I wouldn't mind taking a 20 at it too. Give a total of 22 (or 23) to the attempt {yah, right}

[Wizard]

(Sorry...caught the plane home on Friday, and @ home 'Net access has been harder to come by. This post courtesy of the Public Library^TM!

And yeah, just out of town. He'll wait there for maybe an hour, and then he'll slowly approach Fharlangn's temple...just a young man with a giant sack of potatoes on the back of his horse, hat pulled low to conceal his blank, staring eyes.

And of course, a hawk on his shoulder.

Senolai see anything out of the ordinary?

[Toptomcat]

Literally, I wonder? No matter. Reguardless of whether this town has a supernatural problem or not, I don't have time to find out.
"...all right, if you throw in saddlebags. it's a pity nothing better is to be found."
Graak flips the man a platinum peice, then unloads his pack and his armor onto the packs of the horses. At least they'll be a LITTLE faster.