I select some parchment, quill, and ink - bid him farewell and set off towards Winterhaven on foot.

Shaggy

Lips clenched tight with resolve but only for a second, my cheerful nature wins out.  I drop 2 silver coins on the table, grin, not that anybody can tell behind my beard and wink at the cleric, again not an easy to thing to see.  Put on my wide brimmed leather hat and wait on Cyril.  I have no love of cities and admittedly couldn't find my way out of town let alone any place interesting.  I wait on Cyril, he seems to be better equipped for this town travel.  I'll feel better among the beasts and open skies.  Well not so open, a mountain would be good, maybe the cultists will be in the mountains, that would be nice....for me. 

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

Alright, cool, you have your reasons to head to Winterhaven. I've got one more in reserve for anyone who joins late (Spots are open! Tell your friends!) Not that combat will be soon, but could you give input on how you want your marching order to be once you all meet up? http://www.flickr.com/photos/canageek/sets/72157605769778788/ has marching orders and minis and what not. Also I'd like to know what map style you like...not that we'll be in combat soon or anything.....

So what are each of your travelling arrangements.

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

What can I say, I wait on Cyril, is he still in?

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

Shaggy

Has this thing about horses if anybody suggests riding, they either try to eat him or breed him so they stay away from each other.... unless Shaggy is really hungry. 

Assuming I am still in the company of Cyril I use my last 8 GP to buy a pickaxe and if anything is left over as much dried meat as I have money for.  Our feet are pointed to Winterhaven and I am looking forward to it.  Mostly I am looking forward to being outside where I can scratch what itches and my gas offends nobody.  Cheaper shopping in the woods too.  Do I see anybody else going in that direction?  What is the weather like and the country outside the walls. 

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

No, however as the road thins out you notice another traveller headed in the same direction as you.

You've now met eachother, if anyone else joins I'll introduce them latter....

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

Shaggy

Waddling as fast as my thick stumps will carry me I approach the stranger while twirling my pickaxe like a baton, I need to stop breaking them.  planting myself in front of the stranger I introduce myself by holding the hair back from one eye so he can see me.  Didn't do it with the cleric because she approached me.

"Names Shaggy, wanna travel together?"

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

I don't have ooc figured out, how do I make it a box instead of a single 7 km long line

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

Are you headed to Winterhaven too? It might be best if we stick together as the road there can be dangerous.

Ooc: I guess I could roll up another character if we need it. A Wizard maybe?

Shaggy

I balance my pick on my forefinger and look the stranger up and down, ((What am I seeing?))

"Winterhaven, yes, danger yes, I watch your back you watch mine, yes?"

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

Star

Dressed head to foot in dark Gray and wearing soft boots I silently hold back from the group and watch everybody out of the corner of my eyes while seemingly engrossed in tying and untying a series of intricate knots in the end of my rope.

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?

Ooc: Errr... don't take the Halfling Rogue... Bragon already *is* a halfling rogue! We need a cleric/warlord and/or a Wizard.

Star

Star eyes his new companions with a jaundiced eye, neither look very reputable to me.  Well its going to be a long trip maybe their eyes and ears will help protect me from earthly dangers and I can work on their souls.

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I might be grumpy but I am pretty, whatcha gonna do about it?