If Vondal notices the smile falter, it never registers on his face. He simply stares at her for a lengthy moment, studying her or appearing so to an outsider's point of view. Whether due to the slightest twitch of a word on her lips, or his own sudden volition, Vondal bows his head to her. "Forgive this one. A good morning to you as well." He says and smiles as if half-dreaming about something. "I was told you may sell weapons. The finest, I would guess, from a woman of your strength of spirit and keen eyes."
The gold dwarf raises a hand. "A mean this not to flatter you, or... for no doubt unwanted advances, a beauty though you are. But, I would purchase a... A battle axe, if you have one hiding somewhere." Vondal shakes his head if to rid a thought. "A dagger or two as well."
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Nif emjpys his breakfast and then turns to Karl. "Uncle, I am going to wait outside for brother Vondal so we can be off as soon as he is back." Nif then heads outside, but as soon as he steps into the morning sun, like a fading illusion, he shrinks back down to his original size. Strange.. he thinks as he finds a spot to settle and wait.
Halia furrows her brow. "How —" she begins, but she cuts herself off. Breathing out a long breath, she looks deeply into the dwarf's eyes. Finally, she turns away from Vondal and begins walking toward a door at the far end of the room. "Do not follow me," she calls over her shoulder. She disappears through the door, closing it behind her. After a minute or so, she returns through the door. She is carrying — a bit awkwardly as she comes through the door and closes it again — a bundle wrapped in a piece of cloth. She walks to a table, places the bundle on top, then folds back two flaps to reveal a battleaxe. She then reaches behind her back and produces two daggers, which she places beside the larger weapon. The weapons do not appear to be anything special, though they do appear to be well made and well taken care of. Looking straight at Vondal, Halia places her hand on the axe. "Ten gold." She places her hand on the daggers. "Two gold each."
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Vondal volunteers nothing. And when she looks deeply into the dwarf's eyes, all there is to see is a very oddly placid expression. He didn't so much as budge as she turned to walk away, though the warning did warrant a raised brow as if to say 'Oohhhkay'. While Halia is away, Vondal takes off his longbow, and lost himself staring into its surface. Thus, Halia's return hardly sparks interest until the heavy bundle is set on the table.
"So it is." Vondal fishes out 16 gold and sets it on the counter. Then after a moment of thought, he looks to the longsword at his hip and sets that on the corner with the rest. Whereas the rest of his weapon had the edge and design of clear dwarven make, the blade was anything but a vicious weapon of death for its curved end and saw toothed end. "An apology, and a gift, Lady Halia. Acquired it from a hobgoblin sometime back. Fine weapons, if cruel ones. Too much so for this one."He admits, and once she was ready he would take the axe and daggers, noting silently to work with nif on inner clothing securement of them. "If not wanted, it is understood. But I thank you all the same, my Lady, for your continued assistance." He bows, and only after raising his gaze again to meet her own does the distant look about him shrink.
Halia does not speak, but simply looks cautiously and curiously at the dwarf as he makes his "exchange". She also does not move to touch the gold or the weapons.
"You have lingering concerns, hm? Reminds me of clans back home."Vondal says, smiling dreamily close to the end. Then his lips form a hardline as he stares up at Halia. "It is unwarranted. At least in this case. Though such shrewdness does answer part of mystery why redbrand wisely left you alone." He shakes his head. "The rest to be left undiscovered, or to not remain an ongoing concern... You at least have town's interest in mind. And that is good enough. Of your... 'stock', word need not be spread further; only hoped that in time of great need, you will be willing to share it with other town members in emergency."
Having said his piece, if Halia doesn't look angered or intent on passing over the weapons, Vondal reaches out to take battleaxe and two daggers, and leave without further word.
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Halia's face undergoes a few emotional shifts during Vondal's last words — shrewd to blank to wary — but not angry. She still remains silent, even as the dwarf leaves.
As soon as Vondal stepped out of the building, a faint smile blooms into being as he regarded the Battle Axe. On the surface, the remainder of the journey back to Stonehill Inn is uneventful. He would offer waves to any familiar faces along the way, and a nod to those that pass close enough in acknowledgement. But his mind was again anywhere but on the present throughout the journey.
All he truly heard and saw was the dreamland from the evening before, and that of a radiant battleaxe in hand. Despite the nature of dreams, the thing proved unyielded at first. But over what felt to him a small eternity, the gold dwarf compensated for the weight and size, turning it and ever evolving forms into a battle dance of a sort. By the time he reached the inn, even without ever taking swing after so many years of allowing the skill to atrophy, it left as much an extension of him as his hands.
So much so, he took to keeping it slung over a shoulder. "Brothers! Good to see you up and about! Sorry for the delays. 'ad business to take care of." He shifts the axe in hand as way of explanation. "If there is nothing else wish to get -- shall we get going on trail? We have a long walk ahead of us, to say the least."Vondal continues to call out casually on his way to the largest collection of his dwarven brothers(honor dwarf Zander included).
(@DDP: Can it be said apart of the meeting with Sildar yesterday involve informing him about the bodies he and Karl hid around town? And having that whole mess sorted out.)
"Ugh, on the road again? I'm aching enough already! Ah, well, I'm not sticking around these parts anyways, so I may as well stay with you all, if you'll have me."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Of course, Zander! You are already honorary dwarf after yesterday's event. And have continued to prove yourself worthy of title.... And if that is not enough incentive, this is good chance to eventually get back at one responsible for original waylaying, and..." Vondal sighs and rolls his eyes. "And get paid a handsome to boot. 'sides, you look like you need more sun anyways." Vondal pats hard on the back and lets out a chuckle.
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After telling Sildar about the bodies of the Redbrands, the old soldier looks as if he is of two minds, going back and forth between looking upset and looking relieved. He finally nods and mumbles something about looking into it.
Today ...
Tell me exactly where you're heading/what you're planning. You had talked about maybe going to see Qelline again. The Banshee is near Conyberry, which is three long days away. Wyvern Tor (orcs) is a day and a half south of Conyberry. Both of those are east on the Triboar Trail. The goblin raids were west on the Trail. Is there anything I'm forgetting?
(@DDP: Darn, I thought those might be west as well.. shite! This ladies and gents is why you don't let'cha self get side-tracked too much. But yeah, you got it. There was mention of the ruins of Thundertree north that could have interesting things there, but nothing more, I think? Might have some times with Qelline, but eh.. its something to follow-up when we're back in town.)
Vondal thinks of Qelline, then sighs inwardly and shakes head in exasperation. "Can ask when back." He mutters to himself, then aloud he adds as the group make their way to the trail and onwards, "If we pick up a good off trail on way to Wyvern tor, sure. Though I imagine it will be faster to head to Conberry first before moving South from there, then try any shortcuts. Wouldn't you agree?" He asks. But whether or not this curbs his Uncle's enthusiasm or not, he just follows along content to be moving towards at least one goal or other.
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OOC: Forgot Thundertree was mentioned. To get to Thundertree, you'd travel back to Neverwinter (three days) then follow the river east for at least a day — a day and a half probably.
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Startled by D.O.R.K. charging him and the sudden appearance of Lukian behind him, the cultist calls out some words in a language that neither D.O.R.K. or Lukian can understand and bolts of lightning spring from his hands towards D.O.R.K. (Attack: 20 Damage: 10) but obviously shocked by Lukian's longsword cleaving into his shoulder the bolts miss D.O.R.K.
Vark and Devin you're up next in that order.
I'm a Idiot says a voice from a long long way away!
First of all please accept my apologies for beign out of contact the past week. It has been a crazy week IRL and it was the first time I felt that I couldn't even take a fast look at the Forums on my cell... Sorry about that. A lot of crazy shit happened.. all together...
Will dive at the forums now to get myself updated.
Thanks Kevtr0n for passing my message.
Thanks for your understanding and patience!
"Nothing good could come of letting those orcs alone " agrees the cleric " Let's got find them"
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If Vondal notices the smile falter, it never registers on his face. He simply stares at her for a lengthy moment, studying her or appearing so to an outsider's point of view. Whether due to the slightest twitch of a word on her lips, or his own sudden volition, Vondal bows his head to her. "Forgive this one. A good morning to you as well." He says and smiles as if half-dreaming about something. "I was told you may sell weapons. The finest, I would guess, from a woman of your strength of spirit and keen eyes."
The gold dwarf raises a hand. "A mean this not to flatter you, or... for no doubt unwanted advances, a beauty though you are. But, I would purchase a... A battle axe, if you have one hiding somewhere." Vondal shakes his head if to rid a thought. "A dagger or two as well."
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Nif emjpys his breakfast and then turns to Karl. "Uncle, I am going to wait outside for brother Vondal so we can be off as soon as he is back." Nif then heads outside, but as soon as he steps into the morning sun, like a fading illusion, he shrinks back down to his original size. Strange.. he thinks as he finds a spot to settle and wait.
Halia furrows her brow. "How —" she begins, but she cuts herself off. Breathing out a long breath, she looks deeply into the dwarf's eyes. Finally, she turns away from Vondal and begins walking toward a door at the far end of the room. "Do not follow me," she calls over her shoulder. She disappears through the door, closing it behind her. After a minute or so, she returns through the door. She is carrying — a bit awkwardly as she comes through the door and closes it again — a bundle wrapped in a piece of cloth. She walks to a table, places the bundle on top, then folds back two flaps to reveal a battleaxe. She then reaches behind her back and produces two daggers, which she places beside the larger weapon. The weapons do not appear to be anything special, though they do appear to be well made and well taken care of. Looking straight at Vondal, Halia places her hand on the axe. "Ten gold." She places her hand on the daggers. "Two gold each."
(@all: I am so sorry! The browser closed while I was away last, so I forgot to send the post. x_x Sorry if I held things up!)
Vondal volunteers nothing. And when she looks deeply into the dwarf's eyes, all there is to see is a very oddly placid expression. He didn't so much as budge as she turned to walk away, though the warning did warrant a raised brow as if to say 'Oohhhkay'. While Halia is away, Vondal takes off his longbow, and lost himself staring into its surface. Thus, Halia's return hardly sparks interest until the heavy bundle is set on the table.
"So it is." Vondal fishes out 16 gold and sets it on the counter. Then after a moment of thought, he looks to the longsword at his hip and sets that on the corner with the rest. Whereas the rest of his weapon had the edge and design of clear dwarven make, the blade was anything but a vicious weapon of death for its curved end and saw toothed end. "An apology, and a gift, Lady Halia. Acquired it from a hobgoblin sometime back. Fine weapons, if cruel ones. Too much so for this one." He admits, and once she was ready he would take the axe and daggers, noting silently to work with nif on inner clothing securement of them. "If not wanted, it is understood. But I thank you all the same, my Lady, for your continued assistance." He bows, and only after raising his gaze again to meet her own does the distant look about him shrink.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Halia does not speak, but simply looks cautiously and curiously at the dwarf as he makes his "exchange". She also does not move to touch the gold or the weapons.
"You have lingering concerns, hm? Reminds me of clans back home." Vondal says, smiling dreamily close to the end. Then his lips form a hardline as he stares up at Halia. "It is unwarranted. At least in this case. Though such shrewdness does answer part of mystery why redbrand wisely left you alone." He shakes his head. "The rest to be left undiscovered, or to not remain an ongoing concern... You at least have town's interest in mind. And that is good enough. Of your... 'stock', word need not be spread further; only hoped that in time of great need, you will be willing to share it with other town members in emergency."
Having said his piece, if Halia doesn't look angered or intent on passing over the weapons, Vondal reaches out to take battleaxe and two daggers, and leave without further word.
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Halia's face undergoes a few emotional shifts during Vondal's last words — shrewd to blank to wary — but not angry. She still remains silent, even as the dwarf leaves.
As soon as Vondal stepped out of the building, a faint smile blooms into being as he regarded the Battle Axe. On the surface, the remainder of the journey back to Stonehill Inn is uneventful. He would offer waves to any familiar faces along the way, and a nod to those that pass close enough in acknowledgement. But his mind was again anywhere but on the present throughout the journey.
All he truly heard and saw was the dreamland from the evening before, and that of a radiant battleaxe in hand. Despite the nature of dreams, the thing proved unyielded at first. But over what felt to him a small eternity, the gold dwarf compensated for the weight and size, turning it and ever evolving forms into a battle dance of a sort. By the time he reached the inn, even without ever taking swing after so many years of allowing the skill to atrophy, it left as much an extension of him as his hands.
So much so, he took to keeping it slung over a shoulder. "Brothers! Good to see you up and about! Sorry for the delays. 'ad business to take care of." He shifts the axe in hand as way of explanation. "If there is nothing else wish to get -- shall we get going on trail? We have a long walk ahead of us, to say the least."Vondal continues to call out casually on his way to the largest collection of his dwarven brothers(honor dwarf Zander included).
(@DDP: Can it be said apart of the meeting with Sildar yesterday involve informing him about the bodies he and Karl hid around town? And having that whole mess sorted out.)
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Nif is ready to head out of town when the group is.
"Times a wasting! Let's make a move" Karl grumbles as he looks around at the party.
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"Ugh, on the road again? I'm aching enough already! Ah, well, I'm not sticking around these parts anyways, so I may as well stay with you all, if you'll have me."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Of course, Zander! You are already honorary dwarf after yesterday's event. And have continued to prove yourself worthy of title.... And if that is not enough incentive, this is good chance to eventually get back at one responsible for original waylaying, and..." Vondal sighs and rolls his eyes. "And get paid a handsome to boot. 'sides, you look like you need more sun anyways." Vondal pats hard on the back and lets out a chuckle.
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After telling Sildar about the bodies of the Redbrands, the old soldier looks as if he is of two minds, going back and forth between looking upset and looking relieved. He finally nods and mumbles something about looking into it.
Today ...
Tell me exactly where you're heading/what you're planning. You had talked about maybe going to see Qelline again. The Banshee is near Conyberry, which is three long days away. Wyvern Tor (orcs) is a day and a half south of Conyberry. Both of those are east on the Triboar Trail. The goblin raids were west on the Trail. Is there anything I'm forgetting?
"I've got a hundred plus years of unfinished business with Orcs so I reckon we head that way first" Karl says to the rest.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
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Nif grins at his uncles enthusiasm, "Well lead the way then uncle!"
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OOC: Forgot Thundertree was mentioned. To get to Thundertree, you'd travel back to Neverwinter (three days) then follow the river east for at least a day — a day and a half probably.
(@DDP: Yeeeaaah, definitely something to come back to later. So! Onwards to the road sheningans, bossman!)
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Startled by D.O.R.K. charging him and the sudden appearance of Lukian behind him, the cultist calls out some words in a language that neither D.O.R.K. or Lukian can understand and bolts of lightning spring from his hands towards D.O.R.K. (Attack: 20 Damage: 10) but obviously shocked by Lukian's longsword cleaving into his shoulder the bolts miss D.O.R.K.Vark and Devin you're up next in that order.I'm a Idiot says a voice from a long long way away!
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Hi guys...
First of all please accept my apologies for beign out of contact the past week. It has been a crazy week IRL and it was the first time I felt that I couldn't even take a fast look at the Forums on my cell... Sorry about that. A lot of crazy shit happened.. all together...
Will dive at the forums now to get myself updated.
Thanks Kevtr0n for passing my message.
Thanks for your understanding and patience!
"Nothing good could come of letting those orcs alone " agrees the cleric " Let's got find them"
PbP Character: A few ;)