Reign Of Winter

Edward Hawke - A Gunslinger's Tale

April 15 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The rowboat glided slowly along the river, making a steady pace against the current. The trip, which had taken then good part of a week was nearing its end. Clear skies, just as old mother Theodora predicted.

Hawk had to be back by Saturday if he was going to make the festival. No doubt his employer would take kindly to him missing out on covering the smithy while Iskar enjoyed the festivities with his daughter. Actually, he had basically volunteered for the task. While Iskar,s daughter was considered one of the most desirable ladies of the village, Edward Hawke, or Hawk as he was called in town, was not so easy to get along with, or to look upon. Years of painful labor at sea had hardened him into something some would call undesirable.

Finally, the inlet came into view.

April 15 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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At last!! he thought. Now to get these supplies secured, catch my breath and then on to town. With practiced ease he guides the small craft to the shore and hops out onto the beach, taking a moment to curl his toes in the soft sand before setting about his tasks. He then grabs the front of the boat, takes a deep breath, and pulls it up onto the bank. It takes him about an hour to move all the supplies to his cache and return the boat to it’s hiding place. He then gathers the gear that will be returning to town with him and sets out at a brisk pace.

April 16 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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As Hawk moves through the forest trail his mind wanders to thoughts of Xanthippe, the blacksmith’s daughter. She was likely to be at the silver stout this evening, surrounded by her numerous suitors. Last time he had begun to step in and defend her honor when an over aggressive suitor had made unwanted advances, but then remembered his own personal encounter with the village beauty …

Since Iskor had hired him to assist in the smithy, he had found himself working closely with the blacksmith’s daughter. She was quite proficient with a hammer and any reservations he had at first about a woman being capable of working the forge and anvil had quickly melted away. Xanthippe was a beautiful creature, but to see her work the metal made her even more desirable to the gunslinger. As soon as he had become comfortable working with her, He had made the error in commenting on her ability to work the hammer, playing innuendo into the conversation. Xanthippe had played along at first but when Hawk moved in closer, she had swung a punch that landed with such ferocity, he almost fell back into the smelter. Hawks response had been swift. He had returned the favor, quickly landing a blow to her chest which sent her staggering backward. Hawk just knew that he had lost his job over this, but as she recovered, she actually started to laugh. "Ok, " she had told him " but now you know where you stand". Eduard Hawke had met his match. He was normally the love me and leave ’me type, but here, he might make an exception.

Sure enough, as predicted, the suitor had crossed a line. He left that night with a black eye. Hawk left with a smile. One thing he would never have to worry about was saving that princess. That princess could save herself

As Hawk approached the final trail, he heard a rustling in the forest just ahead, on the starboard side, as his sailing experience would tell him.

April 20 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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Hawk stops and attempts to see what is causing the rustling perception 19+6=25. As he scans the foliage his hand drifts towards the cutlass at his side.

April 20 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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With sharp eyes, Hawk quickly surveys the area .. He scans the wooded treeline and sees a figure within the brush. It appears to be a young village boy, hidden behind a tree. The boy had quickly ducked behind a tree for cover, his back to the gunslinger, hoping he wasn’t seen. Hawk’s keen senses can still hear his heavy breathing, as the boy attempts, unsuccessfully, to hide from him.

April 20 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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Realizing there is no danger Hawk relaxes his body and with a grin starts whistling as he continues walking down the path, keeping one eye towards the tree.

April 20 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Thinking that he is out of danger, the boy relaxes. The boy appears to be about 11 or 12 years old. He carries a small sack with him. (Give me a specific Perception Here) He listens to the whistle go past him and then continues moving as carefully as possible along the treeline following the gunslinger at a distance. He takes his time, to avoid breaking branches and rustling the underbrush. [Stealth 13] (Perception Here To Continue To Observe His Progress)

April 20 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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First [Hawk: Perception 19]

Second [Hawk: Perception 10 ]

April 21 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The sack carried by the young boy had a marking on it foreign to Taldor. Even though it was foreign to this region, Hawk noticed it and recognized it right away. Before he could take a closer look, the boy hid himself once more within the forest, disappearing within the rich vegetation of the forest, heading deeper within, away from the trail and out of the gunslinger’s view.

April 24 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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Having recognized the sack Hawk suddenly stops and turns to address the boy. I was soo careful he thinks. Merde!! where did he go. He looks frantically left and right and doesn’t see the boy right away. This world is not ready for the contents of the sack, if it falls into the wrong hands… Hawk takes a deep steadying breath and runs back to the last place he saw the boy and steps into the forest looking for signs of the boys passing. [Hawk: Perception 23] [Hawk: Stealth 15]

April 25 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Immediately, Hawk notices the boy dart between two trees nearly 50 feet away. Hawk springs into action, with a burst of speed, hopping a fallen log in his path which offers a clear line to cut off the boys escape. ( jump/acrobatics check : success = you catch the boy, fail means you fall flat on your face and he escapes dc 12)

April 25 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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[Hawk: Acrobatics 14] Hawk charges into the boy knocking him to the ground. Kicking the sack out of reach Hawk draws his sword and points it towards the boy’s neck. You took something which belongs to me, give me one good reason why I should not end your life. [Hawk: Intimidate 14]

April 25 (3 months ago)
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“I’m just a kid mister. Exavier Demitris. My brother is Alexius, my father is Cornelius Demetris. Please. I wasn’t stealing as much as curious. I often go exploring and I came across your hidden stash. I never showed anyone else where it was, honest. I was looking in your stash when I found this curious material and I wanted to do some testing on it. I’ve never seen this stuff in all of Taldan. Look. Don’t kill me. Maybe I can help you out. My family is well connected. We could help you trade this stuff… Presuming you can get more and that it actually has value. What is it?”

Exavier spoke quickly, running out of breath, looking into the gunslinger’s eyes; pleading for his life.

April 27 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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Hawk pulls his blade back just a little but does not relax his stance. What it is, is of no importance here. You have stolen from me. In my land the punishment for theft is the loss of a hand. He moves the blade slightly towards the boys right arm. But I seek no trouble, swear you will leave my stash alone and you may keep the hand.

April 28 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Give me an intimidate check here for Hawk, +4

May 01 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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[Intimidate: 18]

May 02 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Exavier nodded at the gunslinger. Clearly frightened by the prospect of losing a hand, yet at the same time held a determined look about him. " you will have no trouble from me sir" he said carefully and waited for the gunslinger to release him before taking off down the trail back to town. Hawk held the sack in his hands and watched the young noble disappear from view.

May 07 (3 months ago)
Ian V.
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Hopefull that his secret is safe, Hawke heads on to town.

May 07 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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When Hawke returns to town, he heads quickly up to the blacksmith shoppe. Surely Iskar has a pile of work waiting for me when I return, he thought to himself. Maybe he would even check out the festival at some point, if not just to sample the cuisine that the Stoat has been bragging about for a week. What was it called again? Spring something lavished in a chutney of local berries.

Arriving at the shoppe, Xanthippe is already loading up the cart with wares for the festival. She has assembled an assortment of training weapons for the children and pretend armor. She has also gathered some of the finer pieces of arms and armor to try and sell. Some of the farmers who rarely come to town will be here on this day. A barrel full of chain, a project of Hawke’s is clearly labeled in the cart. Farmers need chain, so this is likely to sell well. Various pieces of masterfully crafted farming implements take up the majority of the cart. That’s what sells in a small farming village.

Xanth waves excitedly when she sees Hawke’s return. She throws a tool into the cart and heads over to him, dusting her hands off on her coat as she approached, extending her arms. “You made it back safely. I’m so glad!”

May 07 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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Hawke hugs Xanthippe You expected any less? Flashing his best smile he pulls a colorfull, smooth shell from his pocket. Here, I picked this up for you. Let me drop my stuff off and I’ll help you finish loading the cart. With that he hurrys on to his room to secure his supplies.

May 07 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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With the cart loaded, Xanthippe heads off to sell wares at the Spring Festival, while Hawk finally gets a chance to relax. He finds a cozy seat in the back office and takes his boots off one at a time, dumping out small bits of detritus and sand. He rubs his feet to give them some comfort. After a long trip, all he could think about was sleeping. Still, he had to man the shop. With his feet propped up, he closed his eyes for just a second. Maybe a small catnap wouldn’t hurt . .and he was asleep ..

In an instant, Hawke was transported to a familiar time and place. He was aboard a mighty sailing ship once more, his captain standing before him with arms crossed … (A vision of the past here would be nice, whatever portion you might want to reveal)

May 08 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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(((The first rays of dawn’s light broke through the early morning fog to pierce the deck of the Rising Sun as Captain Moody stood stoically inspecting the new crew. He paced down the line and back, stopping in front of me. You there, What’s your name? My heart shuddered for a moment and I stood with my mouth open and no words coming out. Speak boy! I had never been so scared. E-e-e…Edward Sir I stammered, and then more quickly But everyone calls me Hawke. He eyed me up and down as if looking over a horse before turning towards his first mate Andrews, what good is this one? I said to find me some able bodied Men, not boys. Andrews calmly replyed He was a blacksmiths apprentice, I think he’ll be a good help to Cooper. He shrugs And if not, no one will miss him when we toss him overboard. )))

Hawke’s foot slips off the desk and he is jolted awake. Rubbing his eyes and yawning he decides to see what work the old man has left for him today.

May 10 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The list isn’t actually as long as Hawke expected. He had to fashion some arrowheads, create some more chain to replace what would probably be sold today and sharpen several farming tools dropped off by local farmers that would pick them up today on their way home.

As evening approached, Hawke had finished most of the work he was required to do and could hear the festival picking up with song and dance, and probably plenty of ale.

May 10 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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Yearning for his bed but knowning that he should make an apperance at the festival Hawke closes up the shoppe and heads towards the party.

May 13 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The evening has brought much dancing and merriment in the town square. A group of musicians sits under a crudely constructed tent, sitting on crates and boxes. They play traditional tunes as a group of young women dance in decorated gowns. The dance is rustic and simplistic, but the ladies and their twirling flowered dresses make it seem quite elegant. Occasionally a young lady darts from the dance, grabbing an onlooker (usually a young male) and begins dancing with him until he gets too embarrassed. Hawke tries to sneak by unseen by the maidens as he makes his way to the Stout. (Move Silently or you might end up on the dance floor)

May 14 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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[Stealth: 19 + 3 = 22] Hawke slides through the crowd carefull to not be noticed, he had no desire to dance this night or any other, not since….

(((She was the prettiest girl at the ball, Edward couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Normally blacksmiths apprentices were not invited to such nice affairs, but being a bastard son of the local lord did grant him a few privaleges. Even so, Edward felt out of place here. He had only come because she had asked, and how could he refuse her anything. They had danced some earlier, til Edward was tired and needed a break. But not her, it was as if she could dance all night long. Every few songs she would come grab him and make him dance again. Edward could see her father’s disapproval everytime but that didn’t stop her. Finally he had had enough and told her he needed to go. They decided to meet back up in the town square a little after midnight.)))

Hawke pushed his way through the crowd at the Stout to get to the bar and order an ale. He tossed the coins on the bar and pushed his way to a corner table. As he sat took a long drink from his mug more thoughts of that night came flooding back:

(((It was 1:30 in the morning. Surely she wouldn’t still be waiting, why oh why had he fallen asleep. Cursing himself with each step he hurried to their meeting. She was going to be so furious with him. As he rounded the corner of the last house his heart was racing faster than it should be, as it always did on his way to see her. Looking out towards the square he didn’t see her at first. His eyes darted back and forth, a lump formed in his throat. I’m too late. Dejectedly he walked slowly toward the middle of the square looking up the street towards her house and then he noticed the body laying in the alleyway. He ran towards the body no, no, no, no, no, no, it can’t be. Terror welled up inside him as he rolled the body over to see her lifeless eyes. He sat there in shock for a time, tears streaming down his face. Then he heard the night watch coming and he began to panic They will surely think I did this, her Father will have me hang. Thinking of his life he slipped out the other end of the alley and began to run. I’ll head to the coast, catch a ship and never come back.)))

Shaking his head to clear the memories Hawke catches the barmaids attention and gets another ale. He then heads to the back room to see if he can find a game of Three Dragon Ante. Nothing like a lively card game to keep a man out of his own head.

May 14 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Pull up a chair”, the old man gestured to Hawke. “I got room for another. Deal him in.” The man was well known in town, although he rarely visited. On special occasions he made an exception. He was a farmer by trade, and lived on the edge of town, normally keeping to himself. “The Clover” as the townsfolk knew him, was an exceptionally lucky card player. He gestured to a chair, inviting Hawke to join him in a game of Golem. “You played before young fella?”

May 17 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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I’m a bit rusty but I’m sure I’ll pick it back up quickly. Hawke places a small stack of coins on the table in front of him and sits in the offered chair.

May 18 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Hawk sits at the table with several other gamblers. They seem experienced for a local crowd. They nod their heads, as if that is sufficient introduction. The clover continues. “The game is Golem. You played before right. It’s a staple at the famed Gold Goblin in Riddleport.”

May 23 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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Yeah, I’ve played. Hawk takes a sip from his ale as the cards are being dealt.

May 27 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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After a few rounds of play, hawke begins to familiarize himself with the way the different players react to one another and to him. He tries to hold his own secrets while gleaning some insight into the others technique. ( bluff for concealing you and sense motive for reading them)

May 30 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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[Bluff: 11+ 1= 12] [Sense Motive: 12 + 2 = 14]

June 01 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The cards go round, the amulet is passed, the players make their bets. The first round of play doesn’t play out to Hawke’s favor, but he isn’t out of the game either. The first opponent to lose out, a local peasant with yellow hair and a crooked smile, slams a fist down and then stands in his chair. He thanks the group for a great game. One down, four to go.
(Bluff and Sense Motive for Round 2)

June 02 (2 months ago)
Ian V.
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[Bluff: 14] [Sense Motive: 21]

June 03 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Hawk gets a better feel for the game, as two more opponents drop off leaving just him and the Clover. The cards are dealt out to them both. They look over their cards and begin to bet

June 08 (1 month ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The game goes smoothly for a while. But Hawke begins to learn that the Clover has much more than luck on his side. With great skill, slowly but surely, the Clover eats away at Hawke’s earnings. Finally dwindling down to a small stack of coin, Hawke goes all in on a strong hand. Hoping for a respite from an inevitable loss, he finds none. Standing from his chair, the Clover extends his hand. “If you are ever in riddleport, be sure to look up the Gold Goblin. Tell them the Clover sent you” Victory was not in the cards for Edward this eve. At least he still has a cask of Burbon waiting for him in his room behind the smithy.

June 14 (1 month ago)
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Heading home after a long evening and week of travel, Hawke’s pockets are lighter of coin but the warmth of the Burbon in his belly helps him easily sleep. Work to do in the morning.

This ends this thread. Hawk’s adventures continue beyond the portal.
300 XP, +1 insight bonus in profession gambler. Invitation to the Gold Goblin in Riddleport, +2 insight bonus in profession sailor, + 2 insight bonus in profession blacksmith

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