Cit'rine meets the white haired girls eyes, his grin still wild-"Yes!- if they don't except my offer of course"
Cit'rine takes a seat and rips the leg off the chicken- he turns his attention to Gundren "You have some goods in need of escort, yes? On behalf of Milady De'Winter i humbly offer you the service of her company-The Branded" He points with the chicken leg to his party and awkwardly half bows while sitting.
"Gundren are you planning on offering this man the job?" A voice calls out calmly from behind Cit'rine "or is he just being a nuisance?" He continues gripping the back of Cit'rine's chair with mailed hands.
You can all see behind Cit'rine a middle aged man, a friendly smile contrasted his sharp pale brown eyes, he is dressed well in chain mail and looks youthful despite the grey creeping into his close cropped brown hair.
"Ah shove of it Sildar i recognise the glint in a mans eye when he hits gold" Gundren responds stroking his beard "besides with ol' Gannick out of the picture ye can bet yer best hammer the road will be crawling with bandits and all other manner of filth" he pauses a moment and looks to Elizar "no doubtin yer ability lass but yer could probably use a hand"
"Well then perhaps you should call the rest of his friends then and get this done with" Sildar moves and leans against the wall near Gundren "the sooner we are done here the better, we have a long road ahead of us tonight afterall and im not sure staying here any longer would keep you capable of riding a horse."
"bugger off with ye and ye blasted horse, ill use me own legs if i hafta - a dwarf would outrun a horse any day of yer human year" he empties yet another mug "Stamina! haha aye the stamina of a dwarf is equal to none" he bellows winking at Sariya "you would do well to remember that Sildar"
Gundren studies Cit'rine a moment "hmm the branded yer say? well how many of ye are there?" you see Gundren look to where the other 3 are sitting, attempt some quick math, shake his head confused and turns back "aye well very well then call yer comrades over and ill give ye the details" he polishes off a chicken wing as a moment passes before Aramilla nods to her companions and together with Se'air & Estelle migrate over to the larger table. Only six chairs can circle the wooden frame and so Se'air is left standing quill tucked behind his ear as he juggles his book and inkpot
Sildar speaks up as everyone settles "my name is Sildar Hallwinter and this here is my companion Gundren Rockseeker" he declares "i havent been doing this as long as you old friend but i would feel all the more comfortable knowing to who you are entrusting your wares and so i believe introductions are in order."
Gundren stares at him blankly a moment before turning to everyone else "well ye heard the man, go on and tell him yer bloody names"
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Elizar looks around as the converse is unfolding, taking in everyone slowly. She was not highly impressed with suddenly having to travel with a group of strangers.
Her past had shown her betrayal a plenty. Her heart knew all to well the blackness and evil that lay deep behind fake smiles. Her mind refused to settle to the idea that there was much, if any, good in folk anymore. She did not like company except for a select few, and the bitter armour that she had put up around her trust, was almost impossible to pearce through.
She scolds at Gundren, knowing that her friend would pick up on her sudden darkening of mood. 'You dont doubt my ability, and I dont doubt that my previous wishes will be met Gundren, as this (she looks around the now full table) is not to my liking'.
She looks at Sildar. 'Elizar Sage' and looks back at Gundren, raising an eyebrow and pointing to her shield.
With all the excitement possible sariya stands up, so fast that she almost loses her footing, along with the chairs. "Im Sariya Im not from here You see i usualy live in a treehouse in the forest with cinniquer theres lots of trees i love trees and..." realising the attention that is now on her, her shyness quickly takes over. Her voice loud and bubbly turns into nothimg more then quiet mumbles as she slowly takes her seat once more.
Aramila takes a seat at the table while studying everyone. Elizar's remark bringing the ghost of a smirk onto her face before she brings back her hood to reveal her blazing red hair with flames dancing at the tips. Her deep blood red eyes land on Elizar briefly before she shifts her gaze to Sildar.
"Aramila De'Winter and my comrades, Estelle, Se'air, and Cit'rine," she introduces, her voice calm as she points to each member of her party in turn. "If you are displeased by our company", she says, before turning back to Elizar, "we can take this on alone."
"Im Sariya Im not from here You see i usually live in a treehouse in the forest with cinniquer theres lots of trees i love trees and..." catches her attention as she switches her focus to the tiefling with a small smile of amusement.
"Aramila De'Winter and my comrades, Estelle, Se'air, and Cit'rine," she introduces, her voice calm as she points to each member of her party in turn. "If you are displeased by our company", she says, before turning back to Elizar, "we can take this on alone."
Elizar looks back coldly without a flinch. 'I believe I was speaking to my friend Gundren. And i believe it is YOU who will be joining myself in taking this on, not the other way around'.
She turns her attention to Sariya and smirks. Her companion was amusing, a pure hearted thing that did not displease her company.
Elizar looks back coldly without a flinch. 'I believe I was speaking to my friend Gundren. And i believe it is YOU who will be joining myself in taking this on, not the other way around'.
She turns her attention to Sariya and smirks. Her companion was amusing, a pure hearted thing that did not displease her company.
“Right,” she nods calmly, with a hint of sarcasm as her eyes slightly spark, “my apologies,” before turning to Gundren. “The branded are at your service and if she is displeased with our company, we’re happy to complete this for you, alone. After all, we outnumber her and can ensure...security.” she adds, distastfully eyeing her shield.
“Right,” she nods calming, with a hint of sarcasm as her eyes slightly spark, “my apologies,” before turning to Gundren. “The branded are at your service and if she is displeased with our company, we’re happy to complete this for you, alone. After all, we outnumber her and can ensure...security.” she adds, distastfully eyeing her shield.
"aye well i sure hope so lass, im not one fond of losing money as im sure yer all ta agree" he turns so he is facing Aramilla directly and leans forward "but heres the thing missey" he says in a more serious tone "i offered the job to young Elizar here who also happens to be a friend and so ye see the only one ye hafta worry about displeasing is me" he lingers a moment before straightening up sweeping his beard off the table "itll be the lot ye or none at all, i dont give a shite if ye get along or not and as the ol' saying goes '"if it means makin money, sleep with yer enemy"... i think a whore said that" he finishes scratching his temple.
Sildar sighs shaking his head "ah i think you mean to quote the saying "the quickest path to gold is littered with the untold""
A confused look crosses Gundrens face "well whateva it is, the point is that for 10 gold each ye all goin ta work together" His gaze sweeps the table shifting to each individual in turn "any further objections?"
- 10 gold each in this scenario is quite a lot of money for each individual and you are all in a position where it is worth doing, all of you have roughly this much with you each at the current moment so its kind of like doubling your money. That being said all of you have at some stage through your own adventures have come across more money and so although the offer is good and worth it - you may have been hoping for more.
Despite a slight flare of her eyes, Aramila is unwavered by Gundrens words and doesn’t flinch as he leans in, but struggles to control her features as his foul breath puffs at her with each word.
“we...” she starts, shifting her eyes to each member of her group, lingering sternly at Cit’rine a moment before giving him a mischevious smile so small, it is barely noticeable. “have no objections.”
"The job is real simple" he looks up and motions to the barkeep, a wide well fed fellow with darting eyes and oily brown hair swept back and tied at the neck, a dirty, once white apron covered his front "Aye master dwarf, hope the drink is to your liking this sour evening" he says approaching with only a touch of northern accent "i have half a mind to send out a round in the late king's honor, he was a good King"
"the drink is shite and would force the king to roll over in his grave" replies Gundren after another swig "whatever happened to that dwarven red i brought ye?"
"what happened is ... well, you drank it, all of it" the barkeep motions for a serving boy to come clean the table from the empty mugs and chicken carcass.
Gundren thinks a moment and shrugs "aye haha that i did" he turns back to the table "this here is Randall the owner of the Driftwood inn, in the morn a cart of my wares will be arriving under Randall's care" as he is saying this Randall looks to each member while wiping his hands on his apron "Randall remember their faces, when they are all gathered you may hand over the reins to the cart." Randall makes a small bow to the table and straightens "will that be all Master Gundren?" at the dwarf's nod he backs away "ill see you all in the morning then"
Gundren leans in picking up where he left off "ye will all be paid ten gold pieces each for escorting the cart safely to Phandalin and dropping her at the trading post known by the name of Barthen’s Provisions. i myself should meet ye there but otherwise Barthen is an old friend who will cover yer payment in case i'm not" he leans back in his chair "thats it, hahah simple as they come!" he slams both hands down on the table and begins to rise "if ye any questions then ask now as we best be on our way"
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Elizar takes in everything, from Aramila's tone and eye spark, to the almost invisible smile shared between her and Cit'rine.
She looks to Gundren, although not impressed at the sudden change in plans, she was not one to let a friend down. 'You will always have my service Gundren old friend'.
Although her shield needed attention, Gundren was paying her well with 10 gold pieces and she knew her friend well enough to know that asking for more right now would get her no where. If anyone loved their gold, it was dwarfs, and if any dwarf loved their gold, it was Gundren!
She would remember it for a later time though and get it out of him. 'Your company is never dull, until we meet again'and she lands a soft peck on his now burning red cheek. The dwarf could drink that was for sure.
She looks around the table one last time and lands on Randall 'Any spare rooms for me then? Im calling it a night'.
Although Cit'rine is happy and impressed with the promise of 10 gold, he is not satisfied- he is not a greedy man but..ambitious and always wanting more.
His gleaming eyes meet Aramilas- a few years ago he would have demanded upfront payment and a greater amount and would have hacked off the fat dwarfs fingers one by one until he complied...but he has come to trust in Aramila decisions and so would make no objections.
He understood all to well what that look meant- Cit'rine raises an eyebrow at her trying to look shocked and hurt at the silent accusation...he then winks and cracks a grin at her before getting up and walks away from the group- he was board again.
When he passes Se'air, he shoves his half eaten chicken leg into his chest and slaps him hard on the ass, then turns his attention to the rest on the patrons in the tavern.
OOC- If everyone is going to sleep, Cit'rine will spend the next hour going from table to table searching for entertainment. He looks and sits with patrons who are discussing the kings death, someone telling jokes or small tricks, people gambling (he wouldnt gamble himself though) or someone telling a story about a battle or the defeat of a monstrous beast...he is very fond of stories. If he cant find anything interesting after an hour, he will come to the conclusion that the only thing that will entertain him would be some kind of conflict were he gets to hurt or kill someone...Knowing Aramila would not be pleased with him he makes the wise decision to retire to his room and sleep (presuming we are staying here...?)
- Se'air throws the chicken leg back at Cit'rine's head, turning quickly before he can see whether it meets its target. face expressionless except for the tiniest hint of mischief in his eyes.
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Sariya sits silently wide eyes darting from one stranger to another as she trys to keep up with every word and move being made. Cit'rine catches her attention and she watches as he gives his friend a big slap on the ass. confidently she gets up and makes her way over to se'air. raises her hand and gives him an equaly hard slap on the ass then stands there with the biggest smile on her face as if waiting for some kind of approval. clearly not understanding that this was not the normal way to act with someone she has just met
the group slowly starts finishing up for the night, the branded members already have a small shabby room with 2 beds whereas Elizar & Sariya had just made there way into the tavern this night. As Elizar gets up to ask Randall for a room Gundren follows and puts a friendly arm around her that is reminiscent of of her father.
"Now lass yer be carefull with this lot, ive heard of the branded and they arent exactly known to be the friendliest sort but if word can be believed, they always get the job done." He reaches into his purse and hands Randall a few gold pieces "Randall this is to cover all of Elizar's expenses and now yer make sure she gets a room for the night and i mean a good room not one of those shite broom closets you call a deluxe" he turns back to Elizar "Now about that shield, is this the same one ye were complaining about last time?" He laughs picking it up and inspecting the various dents and slightly cracked frame "haha a worn shield is a well used shield"
Sildar apears at the Gundren shoulder "the horses are ready Gundren, let us make haste" "Aye, aye" he nods "look lass i need to go but ill have a look at that shield when we meet in a few days time in Phandalin alright" he laughs again as Elizar raises a brow in disbelief "haha c'mere" he sweeps her up in a firm embrace before turning and walking out of the tavern with Sildar.
"Right this way miss..Elizar, was it?" calls Randall ready to escort you to your room.
OOC- If everyone is going to sleep, Cit'rine will spend the next hour going from table to table searching for entertainment. He looks and sits with patrons who are discussing the kings death, someone telling jokes or small tricks, people gambling (he wouldnt gamble himself though) or someone telling a story about a battle or the defeat of a monstrous beast...he is very fond of stories. If he cant find anything interesting after an hour, he will come to the conclusion that the only thing that will entertain him would be some kind of conflict were he gets to hurt or kill someone...Knowing Aramila would not be pleased with him he makes the wise decision to retire to his room and sleep (presuming we are staying here...?)
Cit'rine - you do catch a few tales here and there mostly in King Gannicks good memory. One tale that grabs your attention above all else had nothing to do with the King and was told by an odd nervous fellow who was sitting alone and clearly had too much to drink. He kept sobbing about never going back to 'that cursed shithole' and after 40 years of riches and women it was all coming to an end. He asked you for a drop of your blood before falling asleep, his face half submerged in an uneaten bowl of broth.
You stare at him a moment before rifling through his pockets and relieve him of 3 pieces of gold. You also find a tightly wound up scroll tucked away in his sash but further examination reveals it to be blank. You think its funny and softly giggle to yourself as you roll it back up and return it to where it was.
After watching a few more dice games you begin considering retiring for the night when a hand slaps down on the table next to you. You look up to find the Serving maid from earlier, Glenys was her name you recall as she stands leaning forward eyes locked on yours.
"shifts done Mister Warrior man" she pulls her hand away to reveal a single key "room 6, dont keep me waiting" she demands sternly before turning briskly and making her way upstairs.
A light rain gives way to the sun, shining its brilliant light from directly above. Midday marks two and a half days since leaving Neverwinter. The warmth feels good, relaxing your bodies as your surrounding slowly come to life. Small birds of all shapes and sizes return from their place of hiding splashing in puddles while butterflies fluttering coloured wings, pass by the cart just out of reach of the two oxen that pulled it along.
You have all spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter making good travel time. You have just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory you are now entering can be dangerous - Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
OOC - before moving ahead i will need the following from each player.
i would like everyone to give me a quick summary of how they have spent their time over the last two and a half days highlighting anything of magnitude.
chat amongst yourselves and decide on the parties marching order and how your characters are traveling. Who’s in front, and who’s bringing up the rear? Also one or two characters need to be driving the wagon. The rest can be riding on the wagon, walking alongside, or scouting ahead, as they like.
Elizar looks up and smiles and arches her back in the warmth of the sun. 'Mmmm, that sunshine is glorious' she says, to noone in particular.
Thus far the journey had been quiet with no troubles giving her time to study the party that she travelled with. Gundren's words of advise had not left her thoughts and she knew her friend would not have warned her of the group without good reason. She was not in the least worried, but certainly weary.
Apart from the occasional whispering's of the ones huddled on the cart, and the few side looks from the leader lady, she really hadn't had much converse with them. The man Cit'rine seemed amusing though and had made her supress a laugh a few times. The other man, the one with his nose always stuck in some book, had caught her attention. The man that had bought her up, Numar, had been a Mage Wizard and this man seemed to have a similar aura around him. Despite being a warrior, she was very fascinated with learning from the world of sorcery. Even though Numar had taught her small things, knowledge was key to survival in this cruel world and one could never know enough. I may be able to pick up a few things from that one, she mentally noted to herself.
She walked on alone in front of them all. The way she liked it, where she could always keep her eyes inspecting and watching out for any dangers....She was, however, grateful for Sariya's occasional chatter with her and listening in to the tieflings conversations with her fox. Her companion was amusing and a breath of fresh air amongst the dull boresome travel thus far....
After a quick check of her friends, Estelle heads out of the tavern to take a walk. She does not go far but simply relaxes in the night. She smiles as the wind picks up and comes into contact with her, she is not affected by it. Deciding its time to get some rest, she returns and resides for the night.
Now, she continues to travel with the party. She walks along side the cart, studying the path and anything that may cause trouble. Occasionally she'll reach and touch the back of her neck; as if expecting something to be there that wasn't the last time she checked, she’d turn to Se’air and make a face while shaking her head. Although Estelle is keeping an eye out, she can't help but smile to herself as her hair softly flows around her. She quite liked this atmosphere, the calmness and fresh air, she felt far more relaxed and free. Apart from her walking, receiving orders from Aramila and conversing with her members, her travel has been silent so far
Se’air claimed his place on the back of the cart the moment they set off on their travels. He knew he could focus on reading without the fear of stumbling or running into something so he sat relaxed, confident that his friends would be on the look out for danger. When he wasn’t reading, Se’air was casually bantering with Estelle or making bets with Cit’rine that he knew he would most likely lose, yet his pride and the chance to beat the other man made it hard to say no to his friends outrageous wagers. He paid no mind to make conversation with their extra company for he was here for the gold, just another one of their jobs. He did however, notice the stares of the white haired woman yet he made no approach to address her.
over the course of the next two days, Aramila hardly pays attention to the extra company but rather focuses on her group and the job. After being together for some time, her group have adopted a routine and a way of doing things and therefore would go about this job like any other. Switching through positions during the journey, she instructs her members to do the same; making sure that each of her comrades took a turn on the wagon to rest and maintain their energy. She leaves Cit'rine in charge of scouting; awaiting his updates and taking over at night. Having never travelled this way before, Aramila becomes cautious and alert while also keeping an eye out for any secret thieve signs and symbols that should indicate dangerous territory or loot. (perception: 10) Discussing possible strategies with Estelle in case of trouble; she instructs her to study the map with Se'air and report back to her. Besides this, she does not disturb him and let's Se'air continue his reading at the back of the wagon when he isn't helping with the scouting but reminds him to stay aware and alert.
Typically leaving her fiery red hair down, Aramlia braids it and secures it with a piece of black ribbon. She counts her arrows and checks the fletchings before sharpening her daggers.
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"Gundren are you planning on offering this man the job?" A voice calls out calmly from behind Cit'rine "or is he just being a nuisance?" He continues gripping the back of Cit'rine's chair with mailed hands.
You can all see behind Cit'rine a middle aged man, a friendly smile contrasted his sharp pale brown eyes, he is dressed well in chain mail and looks youthful despite the grey creeping into his close cropped brown hair.
"Ah shove of it Sildar i recognise the glint in a mans eye when he hits gold" Gundren responds stroking his beard "besides with ol' Gannick out of the picture ye can bet yer best hammer the road will be crawling with bandits and all other manner of filth" he pauses a moment and looks to Elizar "no doubtin yer ability lass but yer could probably use a hand"
"Well then perhaps you should call the rest of his friends then and get this done with" Sildar moves and leans against the wall near Gundren "the sooner we are done here the better, we have a long road ahead of us tonight afterall and im not sure staying here any longer would keep you capable of riding a horse."
"bugger off with ye and ye blasted horse, ill use me own legs if i hafta - a dwarf would outrun a horse any day of yer human year" he empties yet another mug "Stamina! haha aye the stamina of a dwarf is equal to none" he bellows winking at Sariya "you would do well to remember that Sildar"
Gundren studies Cit'rine a moment "hmm the branded yer say? well how many of ye are there?" you see Gundren look to where the other 3 are sitting, attempt some quick math, shake his head confused and turns back "aye well very well then call yer comrades over and ill give ye the details" he polishes off a chicken wing as a moment passes before Aramilla nods to her companions and together with Se'air & Estelle migrate over to the larger table. Only six chairs can circle the wooden frame and so Se'air is left standing quill tucked behind his ear as he juggles his book and inkpot
Sildar speaks up as everyone settles "my name is Sildar Hallwinter and this here is my companion Gundren Rockseeker" he declares "i havent been doing this as long as you old friend but i would feel all the more comfortable knowing to who you are entrusting your wares and so i believe introductions are in order."
Gundren stares at him blankly a moment before turning to everyone else "well ye heard the man, go on and tell him yer bloody names"
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Elizar looks around as the converse is unfolding, taking in everyone slowly. She was not highly impressed with suddenly having to travel with a group of strangers.
Her past had shown her betrayal a plenty. Her heart knew all to well the blackness and evil that lay deep behind fake smiles. Her mind refused to settle to the idea that there was much, if any, good in folk anymore. She did not like company except for a select few, and the bitter armour that she had put up around her trust, was almost impossible to pearce through.
She scolds at Gundren, knowing that her friend would pick up on her sudden darkening of mood. 'You dont doubt my ability, and I dont doubt that my previous wishes will be met Gundren, as this (she looks around the now full table) is not to my liking'.
She looks at Sildar. 'Elizar Sage' and looks back at Gundren, raising an eyebrow and pointing to her shield.
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With all the excitement possible sariya stands up, so fast that she almost loses her footing, along with the chairs. "Im Sariya Im not from here You see i usualy live in a treehouse in the forest with cinniquer theres lots of trees i love trees and..." realising the attention that is now on her, her shyness quickly takes over. Her voice loud and bubbly turns into nothimg more then quiet mumbles as she slowly takes her seat once more.
Aramila takes a seat at the table while studying everyone. Elizar's remark bringing the ghost of a smirk onto her face before she brings back her hood to reveal her blazing red hair with flames dancing at the tips. Her deep blood red eyes land on Elizar briefly before she shifts her gaze to Sildar.
"Aramila De'Winter and my comrades, Estelle, Se'air, and Cit'rine," she introduces, her voice calm as she points to each member of her party in turn. "If you are displeased by our company", she says, before turning back to Elizar, "we can take this on alone."
"Im Sariya Im not from here You see i usually live in a treehouse in the forest with cinniquer theres lots of trees i love trees and..." catches her attention as she switches her focus to the tiefling with a small smile of amusement.
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Elizar looks back coldly without a flinch. 'I believe I was speaking to my friend Gundren. And i believe it is YOU who will be joining myself in taking this on, not the other way around'.
She turns her attention to Sariya and smirks. Her companion was amusing, a pure hearted thing that did not displease her company.
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“Right,” she nods calmly, with a hint of sarcasm as her eyes slightly spark, “my apologies,” before turning to Gundren. “The branded are at your service and if she is displeased with our company, we’re happy to complete this for you, alone. After all, we outnumber her and can ensure...security.” she adds, distastfully eyeing her shield.
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Gundren looks back and forth following the two strong willed women's argument.
"aye well i sure hope so lass, im not one fond of losing money as im sure yer all ta agree" he turns so he is facing Aramilla directly and leans forward "but heres the thing missey" he says in a more serious tone "i offered the job to young Elizar here who also happens to be a friend and so ye see the only one ye hafta worry about displeasing is me" he lingers a moment before straightening up sweeping his beard off the table "itll be the lot ye or none at all, i dont give a shite if ye get along or not and as the ol' saying goes '"if it means makin money, sleep with yer enemy"... i think a whore said that" he finishes scratching his temple.
Sildar sighs shaking his head "ah i think you mean to quote the saying "the quickest path to gold is littered with the untold""
A confused look crosses Gundrens face "well whateva it is, the point is that for 10 gold each ye all goin ta work together" His gaze sweeps the table shifting to each individual in turn "any further objections?"
- 10 gold each in this scenario is quite a lot of money for each individual and you are all in a position where it is worth doing, all of you have roughly this much with you each at the current moment so its kind of like doubling your money. That being said all of you have at some stage through your own adventures have come across more money and so although the offer is good and worth it - you may have been hoping for more.
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Despite a slight flare of her eyes, Aramila is unwavered by Gundrens words and doesn’t flinch as he leans in, but struggles to control her features as his foul breath puffs at her with each word.
“we...” she starts, shifting her eyes to each member of her group, lingering sternly at Cit’rine a moment before giving him a mischevious smile so small, it is barely noticeable. “have no objections.”
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"good!" Gundren nodding to himself satisfied.
"The job is real simple" he looks up and motions to the barkeep, a wide well fed fellow with darting eyes and oily brown hair swept back and tied at the neck, a dirty, once white apron covered his front "Aye master dwarf, hope the drink is to your liking this sour evening" he says approaching with only a touch of northern accent "i have half a mind to send out a round in the late king's honor, he was a good King"
"the drink is shite and would force the king to roll over in his grave" replies Gundren after another swig "whatever happened to that dwarven red i brought ye?"
"what happened is ... well, you drank it, all of it" the barkeep motions for a serving boy to come clean the table from the empty mugs and chicken carcass.
Gundren thinks a moment and shrugs "aye haha that i did" he turns back to the table "this here is Randall the owner of the Driftwood inn, in the morn a cart of my wares will be arriving under Randall's care" as he is saying this Randall looks to each member while wiping his hands on his apron "Randall remember their faces, when they are all gathered you may hand over the reins to the cart." Randall makes a small bow to the table and straightens "will that be all Master Gundren?" at the dwarf's nod he backs away "ill see you all in the morning then"
Gundren leans in picking up where he left off "ye will all be paid ten gold pieces each for escorting the cart safely to Phandalin and dropping her at the trading post known by the name of Barthen’s Provisions. i myself should meet ye there but otherwise Barthen is an old friend who will cover yer payment in case i'm not" he leans back in his chair "thats it, hahah simple as they come!" he slams both hands down on the table and begins to rise "if ye any questions then ask now as we best be on our way"
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Elizar takes in everything, from Aramila's tone and eye spark, to the almost invisible smile shared between her and Cit'rine.
She looks to Gundren, although not impressed at the sudden change in plans, she was not one to let a friend down. 'You will always have my service Gundren old friend'.
Although her shield needed attention, Gundren was paying her well with 10 gold pieces and she knew her friend well enough to know that asking for more right now would get her no where. If anyone loved their gold, it was dwarfs, and if any dwarf loved their gold, it was Gundren!
She would remember it for a later time though and get it out of him. 'Your company is never dull, until we meet again' and she lands a soft peck on his now burning red cheek. The dwarf could drink that was for sure.
She looks around the table one last time and lands on Randall 'Any spare rooms for me then? Im calling it a night'.
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Although Cit'rine is happy and impressed with the promise of 10 gold, he is not satisfied- he is not a greedy man but..ambitious and always wanting more.
His gleaming eyes meet Aramilas- a few years ago he would have demanded upfront payment and a greater amount and would have hacked off the fat dwarfs fingers one by one until he complied...but he has come to trust in Aramila decisions and so would make no objections.
He understood all to well what that look meant- Cit'rine raises an eyebrow at her trying to look shocked and hurt at the silent accusation...he then winks and cracks a grin at her before getting up and walks away from the group- he was board again.
When he passes Se'air, he shoves his half eaten chicken leg into his chest and slaps him hard on the ass, then turns his attention to the rest on the patrons in the tavern.
OOC- If everyone is going to sleep, Cit'rine will spend the next hour going from table to table searching for entertainment. He looks and sits with patrons who are discussing the kings death, someone telling jokes or small tricks, people gambling (he wouldnt gamble himself though) or someone telling a story about a battle or the defeat of a monstrous beast...he is very fond of stories. If he cant find anything interesting after an hour, he will come to the conclusion that the only thing that will entertain him would be some kind of conflict were he gets to hurt or kill someone...Knowing Aramila would not be pleased with him he makes the wise decision to retire to his room and sleep (presuming we are staying here...?)
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- Se'air throws the chicken leg back at Cit'rine's head, turning quickly before he can see whether it meets its target. face expressionless except for the tiniest hint of mischief in his eyes.
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Sariya sits silently wide eyes darting from one stranger to another as she trys to keep up with every word and move being made.
Cit'rine catches her attention and she watches as he gives his friend a big slap on the ass. confidently she gets up and makes her way over to se'air. raises her hand and gives him an equaly hard slap on the ass then stands there with the biggest smile on her face as if waiting for some kind of approval. clearly not understanding that this was not the normal way to act with someone she has just met
the group slowly starts finishing up for the night, the branded members already have a small shabby room with 2 beds whereas Elizar & Sariya had just made there way into the tavern this night. As Elizar gets up to ask Randall for a room Gundren follows and puts a friendly arm around her that is reminiscent of of her father.
"Now lass yer be carefull with this lot, ive heard of the branded and they arent exactly known to be the friendliest sort but if word can be believed, they always get the job done." He reaches into his purse and hands Randall a few gold pieces "Randall this is to cover all of Elizar's expenses and now yer make sure she gets a room for the night and i mean a good room not one of those shite broom closets you call a deluxe" he turns back to Elizar "Now about that shield, is this the same one ye were complaining about last time?" He laughs picking it up and inspecting the various dents and slightly cracked frame "haha a worn shield is a well used shield"
Sildar apears at the Gundren shoulder "the horses are ready Gundren, let us make haste"
"Aye, aye" he nods "look lass i need to go but ill have a look at that shield when we meet in a few days time in Phandalin alright" he laughs again as Elizar raises a brow in disbelief "haha c'mere" he sweeps her up in a firm embrace before turning and walking out of the tavern with Sildar.
"Right this way miss..Elizar, was it?" calls Randall ready to escort you to your room.
Cit'rine - you do catch a few tales here and there mostly in King Gannicks good memory. One tale that grabs your attention above all else had nothing to do with the King and was told by an odd nervous fellow who was sitting alone and clearly had too much to drink. He kept sobbing about never going back to 'that cursed shithole' and after 40 years of riches and women it was all coming to an end. He asked you for a drop of your blood before falling asleep, his face half submerged in an uneaten bowl of broth.
You stare at him a moment before rifling through his pockets and relieve him of 3 pieces of gold. You also find a tightly wound up scroll tucked away in his sash but further examination reveals it to be blank. You think its funny and softly giggle to yourself as you roll it back up and return it to where it was.
After watching a few more dice games you begin considering retiring for the night when a hand slaps down on the table next to you. You look up to find the Serving maid from earlier, Glenys was her name you recall as she stands leaning forward eyes locked on yours.
"shifts done Mister Warrior man" she pulls her hand away to reveal a single key "room 6, dont keep me waiting" she demands sternly before turning briskly and making her way upstairs.
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Everyone goes about their individual tasks and routine's before retiring for the remaining night ready to take on an exciting new day...
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A light rain gives way to the sun, shining its brilliant light from directly above. Midday marks two and a half days since leaving Neverwinter. The warmth feels good, relaxing your bodies as your surrounding slowly come to life. Small birds of all shapes and sizes return from their place of hiding splashing in puddles while butterflies fluttering coloured wings, pass by the cart just out of reach of the two oxen that pulled it along.
You have all spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter making good travel time. You have just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory you are now entering can be dangerous - Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
OOC - before moving ahead i will need the following from each player.
Map Link. Swordcoast - https://media-waterdeep.cursecdn.com/attachments/3/41/lmop2.jpg
this can also be found in the campaign page as well as links to this chapter of the story
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Elizar looks up and smiles and arches her back in the warmth of the sun. 'Mmmm, that sunshine is glorious' she says, to noone in particular.
Thus far the journey had been quiet with no troubles giving her time to study the party that she travelled with. Gundren's words of advise had not left her thoughts and she knew her friend would not have warned her of the group without good reason. She was not in the least worried, but certainly weary.
Apart from the occasional whispering's of the ones huddled on the cart, and the few side looks from the leader lady, she really hadn't had much converse with them. The man Cit'rine seemed amusing though and had made her supress a laugh a few times. The other man, the one with his nose always stuck in some book, had caught her attention. The man that had bought her up, Numar, had been a Mage Wizard and this man seemed to have a similar aura around him. Despite being a warrior, she was very fascinated with learning from the world of sorcery. Even though Numar had taught her small things, knowledge was key to survival in this cruel world and one could never know enough. I may be able to pick up a few things from that one, she mentally noted to herself.
She walked on alone in front of them all. The way she liked it, where she could always keep her eyes inspecting and watching out for any dangers....She was, however, grateful for Sariya's occasional chatter with her and listening in to the tieflings conversations with her fox. Her companion was amusing and a breath of fresh air amongst the dull boresome travel thus far....
Cosima
After a quick check of her friends, Estelle heads out of the tavern to take a walk. She does not go far but simply relaxes in the night. She smiles as the wind picks up and comes into contact with her, she is not affected by it. Deciding its time to get some rest, she returns and resides for the night.
Now, she continues to travel with the party. She walks along side the cart, studying the path and anything that may cause trouble. Occasionally she'll reach and touch the back of her neck; as if expecting something to be there that wasn't the last time she checked, she’d turn to Se’air and make a face while shaking her head. Although Estelle is keeping an eye out, she can't help but smile to herself as her hair softly flows around her. She quite liked this atmosphere, the calmness and fresh air, she felt far more relaxed and free. Apart from her walking, receiving orders from Aramila and conversing with her members, her travel has been silent so far
mera- haunted one
Se’air claimed his place on the back of the cart the moment they set off on their travels. He knew he could focus on reading without the fear of stumbling or running into something so he sat relaxed, confident that his friends would be on the look out for danger. When he wasn’t reading, Se’air was casually bantering with Estelle or making bets with Cit’rine that he knew he would most likely lose, yet his pride and the chance to beat the other man made it hard to say no to his friends outrageous wagers. He paid no mind to make conversation with their extra company for he was here for the gold, just another one of their jobs. He did however, notice the stares of the white haired woman yet he made no approach to address her.
se'air
over the course of the next two days, Aramila hardly pays attention to the extra company but rather focuses on her group and the job. After being together for some time, her group have adopted a routine and a way of doing things and therefore would go about this job like any other. Switching through positions during the journey, she instructs her members to do the same; making sure that each of her comrades took a turn on the wagon to rest and maintain their energy. She leaves Cit'rine in charge of scouting; awaiting his updates and taking over at night. Having never travelled this way before, Aramila becomes cautious and alert while also keeping an eye out for any secret thieve signs and symbols that should indicate dangerous territory or loot. (perception: 10) Discussing possible strategies with Estelle in case of trouble; she instructs her to study the map with Se'air and report back to her. Besides this, she does not disturb him and let's Se'air continue his reading at the back of the wagon when he isn't helping with the scouting but reminds him to stay aware and alert.
Typically leaving her fiery red hair down, Aramlia braids it and secures it with a piece of black ribbon. She counts her arrows and checks the fletchings before sharpening her daggers.
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