Game Thread: Mercenaries (D&D 3.5e)

[One Bad Pig]

[Calpurnius is buying a set or two of clothing he can wear out in the bush.]

[Spartacus]

[6 days trail rations, 30 sp. Bedroll, 1 sp. signal whistle, 8 sp Holy symbol, 1 gp (forgot to put that on my character sheet). Peasant's outfit (unless you want the half-orc to run around in just a breastplate and cloak), 1 sp. Total cost: 5 gp]

[Ben Zwycky]

Kevian does a weather forecast:

survival: 2+15+2{above ground bonus due to knowledge(nature)}=19

[Carrikature]

Kevian:

The sky looks clear, and you expect it to be sunny and hot until late tomorrow morning.

[Pinoy]

[i will be buying arrows: normal 20 (1gp), cold iron 20 (2gp), adamantine 5 (300gp), silvered (40gp)]

[Carrikature]

Purchases made, the you make your way out of the city, reaching the gates just before noon. A rough dirt road stretches away to the north, though it's much narrower than you would have expected. There doesn't seem to be any traffic on it all.

As you approach the gates, you are stopped by two male humans in worn steel breastplates. At their sides are strapped longswords, and a heavy steel shield is slung across their back. The man on the right steps in front of you. "Halt!" he says. "It is not safe to journey past the walls. Turn back."

[Spartacus]

"The gates were open yesterday. What has changed?"

[Carrikature]

[I think you would have come in from the south, but it doesn't matter. The gates are open right now, too, but the guards are just trying to keep you from going out.]


Ratzus:

The guard frowns at you disapprovingly before returning his attention to the other three. "Which of you owns this thing?"

[Spartacus]

Ratzus growls as he adjusts the cloak so as to draw attention to the emblem of the Companions. "Jeul."

[One Bad Pig]

"He is free to do as he pleases."

A weasel slips out the gate to see what's on the other side.

[Pinoy]

Nataer approaches from the back of the group, and ask "Why is it dangerous to travel outside?"

[Carrikature]

All:

The guard is clearly unimpressed by Ratzus' display, but he makes no further comment. He looks askance at Nataer's question. "Are you daft? It's the jungle. No telling what you'll encounter out there. And that's if you're lucky. If you're unlucky, the orcs'll...well, you get the idea."


Calpurnius:

Beyond the city gate, a dirt road leads away from the city in a northerly direction. To either side, all the trees within a thousand yards of the wall have been completely cleared away. Maintaining it is obviously an ongoing process. Beyond this stretch, the jungle grows unimpeded. It's difficult to see very far into the dense vegetation.

Nothing moves on the road ahead. There are no people in sight.

[Spartacus]

[oh no! the jungle! If only we had someone in our party who is attuned to nature, like a ranger or a druid!]

[One Bad Pig]

Calpurnius shrugs. "We all got to the city without incident yesterday."

[Spartacus]

Ratzus takes a deliberate, deep breath and steps aside and back to let the rest of the party try to manage the negotiations.