"Fear not my friend. One of my duties a Hammer is to keep our knowlegde and history... "he says while looking at the book. The cleric passes his hands over it, with care, and he puts it to one side, but in touch with his own body, to avoid ffod or ale accidentally drop on it.
"So you think we could find a clue of where this Cragmag castle could be?"
(@Wooby: Ah shoot! You're right. Not books, but there was a scroll you couldn't recognize. Might wanna sell that one though the next day.)
(Ahem.. so uh.. ignore all that talk about a book unless he wants to show the scroll to ardrom.)
"I /know/ we will. It is just matter of time. Speaking of time. We... have other issue."Vondal sighs and pulls at his beard. "Need check other places redbrand used to frequent around town. See if they have cart and oxen. Otherwise, real difficult time transporting anything interesting found... not to mention, not belong to us. Doubt Gundrun will raise too much stink over it, but..."Vondal shrugs and rubs forehead. "In any case, should prepare for lengthy road trip. So after visiting Barthens for resupply this eve, or morning, maybe speak to Miss Alderleaf about other thing, then -- THEN... we hit trail to start search, and for other things."
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The barmaid giggles at Vondal's calling her Miss Stonehill. "I'm not Trilena. I'm Elsa."
Over the course of the meal, word begins to filter in that the Redbrands have all but been wiped out. Two men say they saw Grista, the proprietor of the Sleeping Giant, standing in the doorway of the tavern looking lost, and that she called to them to come inside for a drink as they passed. Toblen acknowledges that he has reason to believe it's true, but he doesn't say anything about the party. He does make eye contact with members of the group from time to time. You kind of get the impression he's happy with you, but still a little leery of the unknown. Elsa happens to mention, “Daran Edermath, the orchard keeper, is a former adventurer,” in response to overhearing you lot talking about this or that concerning what to do next. Lanar, a miner, is overheard saying, “Orc raiders have been seen on the east end of Triboar Trail. The townmaster is looking for someone to run them off.” The group doesn't hear anything further about Harbin Wester. Toward the end of the meal, Sildar comes in, sits at the bar, and orders a meal.
“Orc raiders have been seen on the east end of Triboar Trail. The townmaster is looking for someone to run them off.”
Karl puts down his third or fourth beer and proclaims "where's there's Orcs, there's trouble and trouble is where we wanna be so I reckon we go look at the east end of this Triboar trail!"
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Vondal groans and just lets his forhead drop into the table. "Mya preserve me -- Sorry again, Miss Trilena!"He says, turning just enough to call out to her over the crowd. Not long after, the gold dwarf perks up and says, "Daran Edermath? Hm... Hm! Can you give me directions to this orchard? Doubt we'll miss it, but... I've clearly got a reputation now for missing the obvious."He gives a self-depreciating smirk as he takes out pen and paper to take notes.
“Orc raiders have been seen on the east end of Triboar Trail. The townmaster is looking for someone to run them off.”
Karl puts down his third or fourth beer and proclaims "where's there's Orcs, there's trouble and trouble is where we wanna be so I reckon we go look at the east end of this Triboar trail!"
"That was in part the idea, Uncle. Probably need to do a bit of tracking, but should not be too difficult compared to goblins. Orcs are not the most secretive, or so I've heard." Vondal snorts, and downs the remainder of his water. "... Mn.. I'm going to see to one last thing. Then turn in. We got big day tomorrow, so try not to overdo it again." Vondal claps Karl and Nif on the shoulder, and give Ardrom and Zander one last nod of acknowledgement before pursuing the Sleeping Giant Inn's Proprietor for answers about a missing Ox and cart. Once that matter is settled one way or another, finding his rest takes priority for the worn out monk.
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"Those orcs are in trouble anyway, for we dwarves are going to hunt them down. I agree that troubles always follow them. Better get rif of them before they get comfortable and their numbers start to grow." Adrom empties his third beer and left the mug in the table.
"Ahh that's good. Now if you'll excuse me I think that we have a lot to do tomorrow"
He will retire to one room after asking for it to Elsa, then pray to Moradin to give him wisdom to counsel this dwarves, strength to protect them and thanks Him for having send him to their path. He envelopes the book with a piece of silk and then with a blanket and put it safe in his backpack and goes to sleep.
As they have supper discuss tomorrows plans, Nif sits and enjoys his food and drink. At the mention of Orcs, Nif flashes a rare grin. "Uncle has told many stories about fights with Orcs and the chaos they cause. I agree that we should investigate them first. I may be wrong but when you compare a castle and a raiding party, the castle is less likely to go anywhere."
After supper, he will head to his room to get some hard-earned sleep.
"I'll take your word then for it, Uncle. Hope for best then, and expect worse. Either way. All are in same direction, so we take thing as they come." Is Vondal's last word on the subject before following-up with the Sleeping Giant Inn's Proprietor, if he truly is around at Stonehill. And if not, it is off to bed. Restful dreams turn into fitful ones for the monk. Disconnected memories play in mind for a time before setting on a courtyard vaguely familiar, yet not.
(@all: The spoiler is just level-up flavor. Feel free to gander, and if you had something else in mind instead DDP, let me know. :D)
"It 'as been long time, Vondal."
Vondal turns towards the source of the voice: ancient yet young, powerful yet soft, and whose underlying tone brokered no argument. A translucent gold dwarf(both literally and race wise) stood waiting patiently. As closely as the two looked as one another, Vondal stood a shadow in figure and presence compared to spirit. Yet, he stood resolute even as the ancient slid into a stance similar to one often took in combat. Wordlessly, Vondal slid into a mirrored stance, eyes narrowed in grim determination. "Time to prove your worth, successor."
An indeterminate time later...
A beaten Vondal laid on the ground as the spirit stood over him, arms folded, eyes filled with disappointment. "Is that all? You disappoint me yet again, and prove them right. You are not fit to-..." He stops, seeing Vondal's hands ball into tight fists at his side. Slowly but surely, the gold dwarf gets up on ragged breathes onto his hands and knees. "... Give up, Vondal. You will never live up to your namesake. You only embarrass yourself, and that of your clan further with this rebellion of yours.... Forget Gundrun. Forget your brothers. Return home while you still--" Vondal interrupts him by pounding his fist into the ground.
The spirit "hmphs", but remains silent as his fellow gold dwarf works up the strength to stand again. On shaky legs, Vondal turns to face the spirit. One eye was swallon shut, several bones felt broken, and ever bit of condensed inherit magic felt like little more than distant memories. And yet, he again slid one foot back, widened his stance, and raised his fist in an aggressive posture. "You will never master it, you know. You are too soft." Vondal starts to frown, but catches himself. Sucking in one last deep breathe to steady his nerves, the nobleman digs in his stance, solidifying his position with a look of grim determination. The spirit stares flatly for a moment or two more before breaking out into a hearty laugh, surprising Vondal. "... If your that determined to die. At least die out of my shadow. You did so once when you walked away from your clan. Show me that storm in your breast has not died yet!" The ancient extends a hand to Vondal, and golden motes of light fly from it to materialize as a radiant battle axe of clear dwarven making that floats before him. "Well! Don't just stand there gawking, boy! Seize it! Show them all what you are really made of!"
Vondal hesitates for a moment more before extending his hand towards the weapon...
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(@DDP: Ah hah! My bad. :<)
(@all: Yay! Finally level 3! Woot, woot!)
Rolled Hp: 9.
(Forgot the hill dwarf bonus. Still, that's one below average. Not good, but not bad as well.)
When Vondal awakens the next morning, it is as if he remains entranced by something. His greetings are half-hearted at best, if he even bothers with them to begin with, and he moves with a purpose downstairs towards the door. He stops only to ask anyone tending the bar at the time where the blacksmith is, or who aside from the 'Blue Lion' sells weapons.
When Nif wakes up, he feels slightly different. He is unsure in what way, but he is sure he will learn. As he gets out of the cot, gathers his things and heads to the door, the handle seems a lot lower to the ground than he remembers from last night. Strange.. Must have been more exhausted than I thought last night.As he is thinking this he hits his head on the top of the doorframe. Ouch! He thinks as he stoops down to get through the door. Never had to do that before..
He then heads downstairs to get some breakfast. Whether the group is down there already or they come down later, they see Nif but he is significantly larger than any dwarf he has seen before. At just under 9ft tall, Nif looks quite uncomfortable at his new size. He then looks at Karl, "Umm hi Uncle. Do you have any idea what may have happened to me? I don't know why I am like this.."
OOC: I Know I am making the spell last longer than the rules imply, but for flavour upon levelling up, I thought it would be fun. The plan is when he steps outside in the sun for the first time, he will shrink back.
Karl looks at Nif and says "Nah" all the time thinking to himself"musta be more in that beer last night than I thought!" As far as Karl is concerned today is just like any other day. After breakfast he checks Pacifier II to see if the head is firm and there are no weaknesses in its haft.
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Toblen is behind the bar, and he tells Vondal that the smithy is the last building on the left before the old city wall when heading north out of town. Then, more quietly, and after a short period of consideration, he leans in and says, "Halia has some weapons. She doesn't sell them to just anybody, but since you helped wipe out the Redbrands, I think she'd sell to you."
Vondal gives an almost imperceptible squint at Toblen… then slowly nodded. Wordlessly, he moves on to the Miner's exchange; Zander's exclaimation and Nif's heftier steps down the stairs being lost to him on his way out. He stops for nothing, and never slows down. For as fast as he moved, he never seemed to get winded either. To an outsider perspective, there were moments he appeared to glide along the ground, and flow past obstacles like a leaf on the wind.
All the while the trance remained in place throughout the trip. Eventually, he arrives before the miner's exchange, staring at the door in length before stepping inside if open in the morning.
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OOC: Everybody still at the Inn can feel free to fill this time.
Vondal makes a beeline for the Miner's Exchange. He pays no attention to those he passes; they are like shadows to him. When he enters, Halia looks up with a smile that falters upon seeing the dwarf, but then slides back into place just as quickly. "Good morning. What can I do for you today?"
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(Did Zander have the book? I looked through the thread a bit and I couldn't find anything on it. However, the thread is big, I could have missed it.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Fear not my friend. One of my duties a Hammer is to keep our knowlegde and history... " he says while looking at the book. The cleric passes his hands over it, with care, and he puts it to one side, but in touch with his own body, to avoid ffod or ale accidentally drop on it.
"So you think we could find a clue of where this Cragmag castle could be?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
(@Wooby: Ah shoot! You're right. Not books, but there was a scroll you couldn't recognize. Might wanna sell that one though the next day.)
(Ahem.. so uh.. ignore all that talk about a book unless he wants to show the scroll to ardrom.)
"I /know/ we will. It is just matter of time. Speaking of time. We... have other issue." Vondal sighs and pulls at his beard. "Need check other places redbrand used to frequent around town. See if they have cart and oxen. Otherwise, real difficult time transporting anything interesting found... not to mention, not belong to us. Doubt Gundrun will raise too much stink over it, but..." Vondal shrugs and rubs forehead. "In any case, should prepare for lengthy road trip. So after visiting Barthens for resupply this eve, or morning, maybe speak to Miss Alderleaf about other thing, then -- THEN... we hit trail to start search, and for other things."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The barmaid giggles at Vondal's calling her Miss Stonehill. "I'm not Trilena. I'm Elsa."
Over the course of the meal, word begins to filter in that the Redbrands have all but been wiped out. Two men say they saw Grista, the proprietor of the Sleeping Giant, standing in the doorway of the tavern looking lost, and that she called to them to come inside for a drink as they passed. Toblen acknowledges that he has reason to believe it's true, but he doesn't say anything about the party. He does make eye contact with members of the group from time to time. You kind of get the impression he's happy with you, but still a little leery of the unknown. Elsa happens to mention, “Daran Edermath, the orchard keeper, is a former adventurer,” in response to overhearing you lot talking about this or that concerning what to do next. Lanar, a miner, is overheard saying, “Orc raiders have been seen on the east end of Triboar Trail. The townmaster is looking for someone to run them off.” The group doesn't hear anything further about Harbin Wester. Toward the end of the meal, Sildar comes in, sits at the bar, and orders a meal.
Karl puts down his third or fourth beer and proclaims "where's there's Orcs, there's trouble and trouble is where we wanna be so I reckon we go look at the east end of this Triboar trail!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vondal groans and just lets his forhead drop into the table. "Mya preserve me -- Sorry again, Miss Trilena!" He says, turning just enough to call out to her over the crowd. Not long after, the gold dwarf perks up and says, "Daran Edermath? Hm... Hm! Can you give me directions to this orchard? Doubt we'll miss it, but... I've clearly got a reputation now for missing the obvious." He gives a self-depreciating smirk as he takes out pen and paper to take notes.
"That was in part the idea, Uncle. Probably need to do a bit of tracking, but should not be too difficult compared to goblins. Orcs are not the most secretive, or so I've heard." Vondal snorts, and downs the remainder of his water. "... Mn.. I'm going to see to one last thing. Then turn in. We got big day tomorrow, so try not to overdo it again." Vondal claps Karl and Nif on the shoulder, and give Ardrom and Zander one last nod of acknowledgement before pursuing the Sleeping Giant Inn's Proprietor for answers about a missing Ox and cart. Once that matter is settled one way or another, finding his rest takes priority for the worn out monk.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Yeah but you underestimate them at your peril!" Karl replies
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Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Not there strength arms, Uncle. But we'll see just how clever these particular raiders are." Vondal replied in passing.
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"They look dumb but they can be cleverer than you think - trust me! I know! Karl replies
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"Those orcs are in trouble anyway, for we dwarves are going to hunt them down. I agree that troubles always follow them. Better get rif of them before they get comfortable and their numbers start to grow." Adrom empties his third beer and left the mug in the table.
"Ahh that's good. Now if you'll excuse me I think that we have a lot to do tomorrow"
He will retire to one room after asking for it to Elsa, then pray to Moradin to give him wisdom to counsel this dwarves, strength to protect them and thanks Him for having send him to their path. He envelopes the book with a piece of silk and then with a blanket and put it safe in his backpack and goes to sleep.
PbP Character: A few ;)
As they have supper discuss tomorrows plans, Nif sits and enjoys his food and drink. At the mention of Orcs, Nif flashes a rare grin. "Uncle has told many stories about fights with Orcs and the chaos they cause. I agree that we should investigate them first. I may be wrong but when you compare a castle and a raiding party, the castle is less likely to go anywhere."
After supper, he will head to his room to get some hard-earned sleep.
"I'll take your word then for it, Uncle. Hope for best then, and expect worse. Either way. All are in same direction, so we take thing as they come." Is Vondal's last word on the subject before following-up with the Sleeping Giant Inn's Proprietor, if he truly is around at Stonehill. And if not, it is off to bed. Restful dreams turn into fitful ones for the monk. Disconnected memories play in mind for a time before setting on a courtyard vaguely familiar, yet not.
(@all: The spoiler is just level-up flavor. Feel free to gander, and if you had something else in mind instead DDP, let me know. :D)
"It 'as been long time, Vondal."
Vondal turns towards the source of the voice: ancient yet young, powerful yet soft, and whose underlying tone brokered no argument. A translucent gold dwarf(both literally and race wise) stood waiting patiently. As closely as the two looked as one another, Vondal stood a shadow in figure and presence compared to spirit. Yet, he stood resolute even as the ancient slid into a stance similar to one often took in combat. Wordlessly, Vondal slid into a mirrored stance, eyes narrowed in grim determination. "Time to prove your worth, successor."
An indeterminate time later...
A beaten Vondal laid on the ground as the spirit stood over him, arms folded, eyes filled with disappointment. "Is that all? You disappoint me yet again, and prove them right. You are not fit to-..." He stops, seeing Vondal's hands ball into tight fists at his side. Slowly but surely, the gold dwarf gets up on ragged breathes onto his hands and knees. "... Give up, Vondal. You will never live up to your namesake. You only embarrass yourself, and that of your clan further with this rebellion of yours.... Forget Gundrun. Forget your brothers. Return home while you still--" Vondal interrupts him by pounding his fist into the ground.
The spirit "hmphs", but remains silent as his fellow gold dwarf works up the strength to stand again. On shaky legs, Vondal turns to face the spirit. One eye was swallon shut, several bones felt broken, and ever bit of condensed inherit magic felt like little more than distant memories. And yet, he again slid one foot back, widened his stance, and raised his fist in an aggressive posture. "You will never master it, you know. You are too soft." Vondal starts to frown, but catches himself. Sucking in one last deep breathe to steady his nerves, the nobleman digs in his stance, solidifying his position with a look of grim determination. The spirit stares flatly for a moment or two more before breaking out into a hearty laugh, surprising Vondal. "... If your that determined to die. At least die out of my shadow. You did so once when you walked away from your clan. Show me that storm in your breast has not died yet!" The ancient extends a hand to Vondal, and golden motes of light fly from it to materialize as a radiant battle axe of clear dwarven making that floats before him. "Well! Don't just stand there gawking, boy! Seize it! Show them all what you are really made of!"
Vondal hesitates for a moment more before extending his hand towards the weapon...
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The proprietor of the Sleeping Giant (which is just a tavern, not an inn) was at her own place of business, not at the Stonehill Inn.
Are we ready for tomorrow? If so, everyone hit the long rest button and tell me what you do in the morning.
(@DDP: Ah hah! My bad. :<)
(@all: Yay! Finally level 3! Woot, woot!)
Rolled Hp: 9.
(Forgot the hill dwarf bonus. Still, that's one below average. Not good, but not bad as well.)
When Vondal awakens the next morning, it is as if he remains entranced by something. His greetings are half-hearted at best, if he even bothers with them to begin with, and he moves with a purpose downstairs towards the door. He stops only to ask anyone tending the bar at the time where the blacksmith is, or who aside from the 'Blue Lion' sells weapons.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
When Nif wakes up, he feels slightly different. He is unsure in what way, but he is sure he will learn. As he gets out of the cot, gathers his things and heads to the door, the handle seems a lot lower to the ground than he remembers from last night. Strange.. Must have been more exhausted than I thought last night. As he is thinking this he hits his head on the top of the doorframe. Ouch! He thinks as he stoops down to get through the door. Never had to do that before..
He then heads downstairs to get some breakfast. Whether the group is down there already or they come down later, they see Nif but he is significantly larger than any dwarf he has seen before. At just under 9ft tall, Nif looks quite uncomfortable at his new size. He then looks at Karl, "Umm hi Uncle. Do you have any idea what may have happened to me? I don't know why I am like this.."
OOC: I Know I am making the spell last longer than the rules imply, but for flavour upon levelling up, I thought it would be fun. The plan is when he steps outside in the sun for the first time, he will shrink back.
Karl looks at Nif and says "Nah" all the time thinking to himself "musta be more in that beer last night than I thought!" As far as Karl is concerned today is just like any other day. After breakfast he checks Pacifier II to see if the head is firm and there are no weaknesses in its haft.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Damn!" Zander exclaims, just having come down from his room, "I've heard of people growing suddenly overnight, but this takes the cake!"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Toblen is behind the bar, and he tells Vondal that the smithy is the last building on the left before the old city wall when heading north out of town. Then, more quietly, and after a short period of consideration, he leans in and says, "Halia has some weapons. She doesn't sell them to just anybody, but since you helped wipe out the Redbrands, I think she'd sell to you."
Vondal gives an almost imperceptible squint at Toblen… then slowly nodded. Wordlessly, he moves on to the Miner's exchange; Zander's exclaimation and Nif's heftier steps down the stairs being lost to him on his way out. He stops for nothing, and never slows down. For as fast as he moved, he never seemed to get winded either. To an outsider perspective, there were moments he appeared to glide along the ground, and flow past obstacles like a leaf on the wind.
All the while the trance remained in place throughout the trip. Eventually, he arrives before the miner's exchange, staring at the door in length before stepping inside if open in the morning.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: Everybody still at the Inn can feel free to fill this time.
Vondal makes a beeline for the Miner's Exchange. He pays no attention to those he passes; they are like shadows to him. When he enters, Halia looks up with a smile that falters upon seeing the dwarf, but then slides back into place just as quickly. "Good morning. What can I do for you today?"