You travel uneventfully almost to the South Gate. At the intersection of Regal Way and Guardsman's Road, a group of priests starts cursing and insulting Rutgar. The priests appear to be followers of Set.
Post by gronkthebold on Oct 3, 2013 14:52:28 GMT -6
Lögmaðr defends the honor of both his friend and his religion: "Mind not their ignorant ways Rutgar, the glory and brilliance of Odin is beyond their ken. Take your dubious paths of faith, priests, but do not scorn those of the great following." He does not intend to have an armed conflict, but will defend himself if necessary.
This is my quest, to follow that star ... No matter how hopeless, no matter how far ... To fight for the right, without question or pause ... To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause ...
"Brothers. Let us leave these poor souls be. They only wish me to show them what the followers of a living god could do. But we are not simple minded barbarians and do not need to flaunt our powers to impress the masses. Come for we already have dallied to long on our appointed quest." having said his peace he starts to walk in the direction we were headed
The priests of Set do not pursue you as you continue towards the South Gate. As you near the gate, Cale and Lögmaðr stumble in the crush of traffic rushing to leave the city. They pick themselves up and dust themselves off.
The guards watch the crowds leave the gate. Just after the party passes through the gate, a caravan is leaving. There appears to be another caravan on the road ahead and numerous smaller groups of travelers and individuals.
Amadeus does his best to pretend he's nothing to do with the others while scurrying for the gate... "Ye Gods, is it possible to even go for a walk in this wretched city without getting into a fight..?"
Do any of the other caravans look to be heading in the direction we want to travel? If so, he tries to make friends and influence people there while the rest contemplate religious genocide...
Any caravan leaving buy the South Gate is likely following the Old South Road which is pretty much what you folks will be following. With plate armored folks on foot however, you probably won't be able to keep up with a caravan.
On closer glance, the notable travellers are:
A bard traveling alone. He is on foot with a mandolin slung over his back.
A band of orcs.
A mounted slaver with 7 mounted body guards, a slave wagon.
A slaver with 8 mounted body guards, a slave wagon, and a gypsy type wagon he is driving.
On the side of the wagons in the caravan leaving just behind you, you see the emblem of The Shedezar Altanian Spice Company. The wagons seem to be loaded with barrels.
The other caravan is far enough away you can't see any emblems. It's wagons are covered with tarps.
Cale will dust himself off (and hope fervently that it's only dust...) as he gets to his feet. While dusting, he surreptitiously checks to see if he still has all of his gear; bumping someone is a great distraction when you want to lift something.
Dieter the Deathless, anger-fueled fighting machine.
The already-weary Amadeus scrambles gratefully aboard the wagon, pulls out his spell book and attempts to re-imprint the sorcerous power of his spell upon his memory before curling up under his cloak and attempting to get what rest he can in this, cumbrous, clattering apology for a cart...
"Is this the life of an adventurer?" he thinks to himself ruefully...