Re: Jump Summaries February 28th - March 7th 872ROK


Following the oncoming storm, Bert had followed the others back to the Silver Tankard and settled in for the night, hoping to wait out the bad weather. Through the evening and into the next day, the storm had raged and he had sat by listening to those around him with the rumors than abounded from person to person. Stories of the King’s death grew by the hour and it wasn’t long before the average person thought he had been swept up by a dragon and dropped into a pit with the werewolf to fight to the death. It didn’t take much effort to discern the real story though. The King had supposedly died at the hands (or paws) of the werewolf, who had also been killed at some point in the madness. Bert wasn’t sure about the timeline of the events, and something seemed a little fishy about the locations of the King’s body and the werewolf’s, but that was something to ponder another day. As it was, there were other, more pressing matters to concern himself with. One such worry was the storm, which raged on for days without stopping or even slowing, threatening to flood much of the city if not for the water flowing into the rushing river nearby.

Besides that, he had the other guests to consider. The barmaid, who he soon learned was named Brandy (appropriate, considering her chosen profession), was very adept at making the group comfortable and was happy to supply them a room, food, and drink to keep them happy while the storm continued. The gentleman that had happened upon them just before the storm was another matter altogether. He was an interesting man, and one that Bert was more than happy to pay attention to as the days passed. There always seemed to be something that he was keeping to himself, something Bert couldn’t quite put his finger on. But as the days passed, it became obvious that while he had his secrets, he wasn’t necessarily a bad man. So when Bert discovered he was leaving, he imparted some wisdom of his own, that would hopefully give him the hand he needed in his travels. That left the three others. The knight, who Bert discovered was named Tristan, his squire, Theo, and a young girl who only went by Red. All of them seemed to be restless in the inn, especially Theo, who seemed to have endless questions and conversation for those who would listen to him. He talked to Bert on a few occasions, and seemed a nice enough lad, and it was with this in mind that Bert gave him some advice as well. It wasn't long after this advice that the squire approached Bert and asked for his assistance in a quest to find the lost princess Bridgette. He had convinced his knight that the stories of a dragon abduction were true and that it was time someone found her before a new king was chosen. And so, having paid for his room, food, and drink, Bert packed his things, put on his cloak, and set off towards the north in search of dragons and the long lost princess.

On Sun, Nov 25, 2018 at 3:47 PM Ben <hunterwarner1@...> wrote:

As Hawkins and Manny escaped the dungeon, just as the flood waters rushed by, they were greeted by Marcus the Vile, a known bandit and the one whose group the captured werewolf supposedly came from. Together, they, and a girl called Kyky who had apparently been swept up by the events occuring in the castle, escaped from the fortress before it was locked down and checked. It wasn’t long before they ended up in the Eastern Forest, quite the opposite way Hawkins had intended to go, but still was safer than being in the King’s City. Besides, the last place the guards would look for a known pirate was the forest in the opposite direction he needed to go.

As they traveled, Hawkins found Kyky to be rather talkative, if not outright invasive at times. She almost always seemed to have something to say or some question to ask, and it was honestly somewhat off putting at times. As was his nature, Hawkins did his best to keep his past private and his personal life to himself, but she persisted often. It wasn’t until she came to him and told him just how rude he was being that he backed down and started talking a bit more. No one, much less a woman, had ever been as interested in him as she was. Left handed sailors were typically given a wide berth, as they spoke of misfortune and superstitions. But Kyky didn’t seem to care in the slightest. The more they talked, the more he realized how similar they were, and it brought him more happiness than he’d felt in a long time to have someone to talk to again. He quietly made himself a promise to attempt more often to reach out to people, with hopes to find more like Kyky in the world. He told her tales of the high seas and his brushes with real pirates, and how he came by his sword and shield, and she seemed to hang on his every word. It was nice to have a good friend to talk to again, and it didn’t hurt that she was pretty to boot. Now if he could just figure out his other companions and the unnatural storm that had spread across the kingdom and raged for many days.

On Mon, Nov 12, 2018 at 6:26 PM turksgirl <armorangel68@...> wrote:

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Manfred and Hawkins escaped the dungeon before it flooded completely and ran into Marcus the Vile, warlord, and scourge of the Eastern woods. He was traveling in the company of a young woman who called herself Kyky, the sailor and thief had little choice but to ally themselves with the pair to escape. Under cover of all the confusion and the ominous weather, the quartet fled the castle undetected.

Marcus made the humanoid centaur edgey, mostly because he couldn’t understand a man like the warlord. His underlying hatred for the Green Duke, the Eastern realm and seemingly all of Eventyr. Hawkins fascinated him, and he liked the sailor… maybe it was because they both came from the West although from opposite sides of the realm. Atwater was more of a warrior,  but being a lockpick put Manny in favor with the marauders, not exactly a position that pleased him.

If there was anyone that seemed more out of place among the rough men, it was the young woman called Kyky. He was more convinced of it after they shared some stew (JP to come). Worse of all the weather wouldn’t let up…. Manfred could handle the rain, but the lightning, and worse the fires, set his horse instincts on edge.

But everything seemed off balanced in Eventyr, as he and his companions hid deeper in the enchanted woods of the East than Manny had ever imagined going.


Benjamin Warner

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