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It is monday.....

I you are on your way I just want you to know that we are starting at 6pm

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did numbers wrong add 1000

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Ok guy not including bonus EXP you all get 1,500 for this week. see you monday
Eric

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And then.....
YLGS Mondays Jan222013

After the going outside Lady Afya and crew encounter a Goblin hunting party. She soon learns that Tusk-teeth, Gobby’s Worg, has eaten much of a dear that they had been tracking. A deal is struck to fix the problem and soon the Goblins are on their way happy that they got the better end of the deal.
Soon after Aket and Django show up with an unexpected guest, Zirul a druid and local guide. After more tea and much talk they settle on a plan to explore the old ruins of a buried city in the next valley over about two or three days ride away.
The party sets of and makes good time for a while, but then stops for a late lunch on a hill top overlooking the trail they will follow for the rest of the day. No sooner is every one relaxing and eating when the Goblins from that morning decide to attack. It does not go well for the Goblins or their ugly Worgs. Those that survive pledge themselves to Gobby as their new leader. The rest of the days travel goes smoothly and the party makes it to their intended campsite shortly after sundown. Setting up camp in the dark would have been much harder without Gobby and crew. He smile as he barks orders at the hunters that tried to kill him and his friends less than a half day before.

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The first few days
Jan212013

The Keep of Blandorn Manor is a cold place during the early spring thaw, but the main hall is ever colder tonight as the Count of Blandorn Himself lays down the law “I DO NOT CARE WHATYOU THINK OR FEEL ABOUT THIS,WHEN THE WINTER WHEAT IS IN YOU WILL BE BETROTHED TO SIR EDMUND, DUKE OF THREMIRE. THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY ON THE MATTER.” His face red with rage he stares at his youngest daughter daring her to defy him yet again.
This is her worst fear, to traded off to some marriage of state to further the FAMILIES place in the Kingdom of Kodar political infighting. Afya, daughter of Count Herman and Countess Krissila, younger sister to Lady Alira High Priestess of Erastil(who many call the lady of light) and Lord Sir Mantick Knight of Mountain Guard(Brother to his comrades in arms and father to many, even though he has yet to marry), and bad influence to her younger and hero worshipping brother Tamrine(a frail boy of thirteen, who is the only one in her family(other than mother) to have her love) knows better to talk back to her father now. He will not be swayed, pleaded with, charmed, or bullied out of this mad idea of Alira’s.
“Yes, father” she sighs meekly.
“What?” the count barks.
“Yes, My lord” she then says with more strength.
“I thought so, now out of my sight before I”
“Herman you are being overly hard on her,” the Countess starts as she interrupts, “She has agreed, let it go at that. It can be hard on a girl to have this happen, do you think I jumped for joy to learn that I was to be sent off to be YOUR wife, no but I learned to love you and my home here, as she will there.”
His face and body soften as he says, “Of course, you are right my love, please Afya I have looked far and wide to find a man worthy of you. He is noble, kind, giving, and honest as they come, his lands are double our own and he brings in ten times what I do annually. His people love him and he has four younger sisters to keep you company after you wed. He has also agreed to foster Tamrine as his squire. His lands are near the sea and only see snow one month a year and not every year. You will be warm, safe, rich, and happy. He will love you and your children with kindness and strength of heart, the readings have all said this. There is no better a match in all the northern lands for any bride to be. However, take the summer to find your peace with it, wonder and have some fun, as I know you want to do. It will all be hear when you get back.”
Those were the last words he had said to her and Afya wasted no time in using them. Now as she stared at the fire of her hunting cabin she wondered if she would ever “find her peace with it”.
“More tea Mi’lady?” Bother Bun Di’ asks, unable to keep the slight sighs of his low birth out of his words.
Before Afya can answer a short green armored thing storms in and grunts out “10 or more riders approach on worgs, it is a hunting patrol.”
“I thought you taught that damn Goblin to speak a civil tongue” growls the cat faced ranger strapping on her boots “whenever he speaks in Goblin it sounds like someone is beating a small dog while it pukes.”
Not waiting for a reply the Gobby grabs his rifle and runs outside. A moment later everyone hears him walking across the roof of the small cabin.
“He said,” Afya starts.
“I know what he said, it just sounds awful coming out, I am joining him on the roof. I hope this ends up better than last time we ran into some one while on one of your ‘hunting trips’” Lady Milah says in her soft purring voice as she grabs her bow and exits.
Afya rolls her eyes, “It was not my fault that that guy had no sense of humor, he just could not take a joke….”her word trailing off as she to grabs her weapons and exits the small cabin.
“I do not care to waste good tea.” Brother Bun Di’ states as he downs what was to be the Lady Afya second morning cup. Not needing any weapons he steps outside to see what the day will bring.

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