Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2009 11:23:22 GMT -5
Corwyn
"So am I right in saying you saw something?" Corwyn asked in a friendly but demanding tone. The man sitting opposite him, simply known as Hollen, lifted his gaze from the dice and regarded Corwyn for a moment before shaking his head. "I saw nothin', but some o' the other fellows think they went into the woods." "The woods are big." Corwyn replied with a frown. "There must be something more concrete, surely." Hollen rolled his dice, winced at the result and handed them to the stormlander. "The wildlings are practically at home in the woods. Even if they went there, you'd never find 'em." "You leave the finding to me." Corwyn answered, rolling the dice and getting an equally terrible result. "All I need to know is where they went." "Well, as I said, I saw nothin'." "But some of your friends did." Storm answered, handing the dice back to the northman. "We've been through this already, pesky southerner. I can't tell you more than..." "I am not wishing you to tell me anything. All I want you to do is... perhaps inquire from your friends exactly what they saw, when and where. And if they can't tell you anything better ask someone else."
Hollen stared at Corwyn for a long time before rolling the dice, hitting the maximum result. "You want me to be a dirty sneak? That ain't my way." "There's nothing wrong with asking questions," Corwyn answered, taking the dice seemingly reluctantly. "If the price is right." "You trying to bribe me?" "Of course not." Corwyn rolled the dice again, his result a little better than last time but still way under Hollen's. He sighed and got up, ready to leave. "And here I thought northmen hated wildlings." Hollen's reaction was a grunt and a light tug at Corwyn's shirt. "We ain't done yet." He took the dice and rolled, setting them down before Corwyn. The bastard sat and hid a smile, taking the dice and letting one of the coins from his sleeve drop undetected into his hand. "I cannot promise you they will die. I am simply investigating, you see. But if it turns out the men are guilty, well then..." He rolled the dice and the coin, smiling at a relatively high result. Hollen nodded and took up both dice and coin. "I'll see what I can find."
With a smile on his lips Corwyn left the game a short while later. A glimpse of hope, but one man would not do. He repeated the process over the evening with five other men, before finding a small gathering of men around a campfire. They were drinking and jesting, but as soon as Corwyn sat down next to them they quieted. "What?" One of the men asked roughly. "I figured you for connoisseurs so I brought a bottle of the finest Arbor Gold." Corwyn replied, setting down a rather shabby looking old bottle. Two of the men laughed, one looked unimpressed and a fourthe seemed angry. "We don't drink that piss." "Well, then you'll be happy to know that is mead. Your friends seemed to have a sense of humor." With a spit the man left, leaving Corwyn with the three remaining men. The unimpressed one glared at Storm. "Alright, what do you want?" "What do I want?" Corwyn replied with seeming innocence. "All I want is to have a drink with some nice fellows." The two men who had laughed nodded in approvement and opened the bottle, starting to drink. The other fellow kept his eyes on Corwyn for a moment before producing a jug of his own. "I prefere ale, but we can share. We got a few more back at the tent." In reply Corwyn took the jug and drank deeply.
Later that night Corwyn left three drunk men behind; three angry and intent men who decided to do all they could to find out where the wildlings had gone. "Nothing is ever easy." Corwyn said to himself as he stumbled into his tent, catching himself as he fell onto his bedroll. "Not east, but definitely fun."
Corwyn Storm employs nine men to question anyone they can on the location of the wildlings, or at least where they left for.
Corwyn Storm advances towards Grandmaster Intrigue.
Corwyn Storm advances to Noteworthy Charm.
"So am I right in saying you saw something?" Corwyn asked in a friendly but demanding tone. The man sitting opposite him, simply known as Hollen, lifted his gaze from the dice and regarded Corwyn for a moment before shaking his head. "I saw nothin', but some o' the other fellows think they went into the woods." "The woods are big." Corwyn replied with a frown. "There must be something more concrete, surely." Hollen rolled his dice, winced at the result and handed them to the stormlander. "The wildlings are practically at home in the woods. Even if they went there, you'd never find 'em." "You leave the finding to me." Corwyn answered, rolling the dice and getting an equally terrible result. "All I need to know is where they went." "Well, as I said, I saw nothin'." "But some of your friends did." Storm answered, handing the dice back to the northman. "We've been through this already, pesky southerner. I can't tell you more than..." "I am not wishing you to tell me anything. All I want you to do is... perhaps inquire from your friends exactly what they saw, when and where. And if they can't tell you anything better ask someone else."
Hollen stared at Corwyn for a long time before rolling the dice, hitting the maximum result. "You want me to be a dirty sneak? That ain't my way." "There's nothing wrong with asking questions," Corwyn answered, taking the dice seemingly reluctantly. "If the price is right." "You trying to bribe me?" "Of course not." Corwyn rolled the dice again, his result a little better than last time but still way under Hollen's. He sighed and got up, ready to leave. "And here I thought northmen hated wildlings." Hollen's reaction was a grunt and a light tug at Corwyn's shirt. "We ain't done yet." He took the dice and rolled, setting them down before Corwyn. The bastard sat and hid a smile, taking the dice and letting one of the coins from his sleeve drop undetected into his hand. "I cannot promise you they will die. I am simply investigating, you see. But if it turns out the men are guilty, well then..." He rolled the dice and the coin, smiling at a relatively high result. Hollen nodded and took up both dice and coin. "I'll see what I can find."
With a smile on his lips Corwyn left the game a short while later. A glimpse of hope, but one man would not do. He repeated the process over the evening with five other men, before finding a small gathering of men around a campfire. They were drinking and jesting, but as soon as Corwyn sat down next to them they quieted. "What?" One of the men asked roughly. "I figured you for connoisseurs so I brought a bottle of the finest Arbor Gold." Corwyn replied, setting down a rather shabby looking old bottle. Two of the men laughed, one looked unimpressed and a fourthe seemed angry. "We don't drink that piss." "Well, then you'll be happy to know that is mead. Your friends seemed to have a sense of humor." With a spit the man left, leaving Corwyn with the three remaining men. The unimpressed one glared at Storm. "Alright, what do you want?" "What do I want?" Corwyn replied with seeming innocence. "All I want is to have a drink with some nice fellows." The two men who had laughed nodded in approvement and opened the bottle, starting to drink. The other fellow kept his eyes on Corwyn for a moment before producing a jug of his own. "I prefere ale, but we can share. We got a few more back at the tent." In reply Corwyn took the jug and drank deeply.
Later that night Corwyn left three drunk men behind; three angry and intent men who decided to do all they could to find out where the wildlings had gone. "Nothing is ever easy." Corwyn said to himself as he stumbled into his tent, catching himself as he fell onto his bedroll. "Not east, but definitely fun."
Corwyn Storm employs nine men to question anyone they can on the location of the wildlings, or at least where they left for.
Corwyn Storm advances towards Grandmaster Intrigue.
Corwyn Storm advances to Noteworthy Charm.
Hope you all are well and happy.