Gundren chuckles at your question, he says Well, If yer don't believe me, go ahead an try sumthin. He then laughs at you and says, If I wasn't pressed for time, I'd stay and watch the show as she knocks you down a peg. He chuckles as he grabs the last of his supplies, you see a pack, battleaxe, and also a small map/scroll case that sticks out of his pack , Sildar follows suit and retrieves his remaining items, while Natalia is talking to Kal everyone hears Gundren even though he tries to be quiet, I remember the time you made that same mistake. as they both walk out the front of the inn.
Natalia walks over to Kal as she looks her up and down (before Gundren and Sildar leave) and says, Well you may or may not like what you see, but I assure you, provoke me and I will have no issues showing you exactly what skills I bring to this party Kal. I have done many things in my life and traveled with big groups and everyone seems to like a hot meal. But let me tell you, you would be dead wrong if you think that is all that I know. I don't enjoy fighting, but I have no qualms when it comes to bloodshed to protect me and mine. Gundren does not only pay me for the services I provide for this inn he owns, I am also have meetings for him with some of his contacts. Many men seem to think I am a easy target, I have been threatened and people try to intimidate me. Let me assure you, Gundren is a good man that sees most things in black and white, but I see the world with more grey than black and white and people that treaten me do not do so twice.
Kal holds up his hands in supplication and the accent becomes a little more honeyed
Don't mean offense, ma'am. Just inquirin bout your abilities.
Just like to know what I'm expectin' when somethin' goes wrong. You tell me you can take care of yoself, then I spend less time worryin bout you and more time killin' whatever needs killin'.
Don't you worry about Natalia, she'll be able to hold her own. She's pretty good at binding wounds too, I know from personal experience. Gundren I'm good to go Branagh finishes his breakfast and puts his plate on the bar before hefting his travel bag, his warhammer and his shield. He then waits by the door for everyone else
Natalia grabs a few pieces of bacon and bread, rips a hole in the bread and puts in some porridge in the opening, and walks out through the door. She heads down the street hurriedly to her house. She returns in under five minutes from a different direction than the straight shot from her house, no food remaining, with a pack and drinking some water from her water skin. You see a belt strapped to her with a rapier and a pair of daggers. Her hair that was down previously is now up and with a pair of strange and large hair pins. She has changed her clothes to something more to resemble a traveler, but you can see the outline of leathers underneath. She puts the water skin up and adjusts something in her pockets. She has a small pack and a shotbow slung over her shoulder on one side with a quiver on the other.
Varax finishes his meal, dabs his lips with a napkin, and stands up. "Far be it from me to question who our employer decides to have join in. Ms. Natalia says she can hold her own, and Brannagh vouches for her. Regardless, so long as it doesn't interfere with the bottom line, what difference does this make? Nothing at all, really." He gives a sharp smile. "Glad to have you on board, Ms. Natalia."
As everyone gathers outside, Gundren and Sildar are finishing packing their horse saddles on two black steeds. Gundren's mount has a brown splotch on his face, and white around his hooves, where as Sildar's is pure black with just a bit of white on the tip of his tail. The cart is there right behind the horses with 2 oxen in the front of it, harnessed to the cart. There is a small covering over the supplies to keep out any rain. Under the seat of the cars is a small leather satchel containing some paperwork and a crude map as Gundren had said there would be, and the seat itself has enough room for 2 people to sit (one to direct the oxen and one to enjoy the ride). Gundren says to you all I be seein ye in a few days now. Me n Sildar'll meet ye inPhandalin.With that he and Sildar mount the horses, Gundren having a bit of trouble as he is so short, it takes him two times to get on his saddle even with a custom saddle with extra steps. He mutters something in Dwarvish under his breath as he fails the first time to climb his saddle. Natalia says to the group, I will be walking this trip, who is going to be driving the oxen? She puts her pack in the back of the wagon and stretches her arms while waiting for a reply.
"You are more than welcome to drive these beasts of burden, my friend. I'll leave such matters to hands far more capable than my own" Varax says, leaning on his large sheathed sword.
{DM clarification needed: Does driving the cart and working with the Oxen require (or is aided by) Animal Handling skill? If so, Kal is proficient - see the OCC chat for the start of a roles/marching order discussion}
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
(What kind of roof does the wagon have? Would it be something Niche can sit on?)
Niche didn’t have much of a reaction when Natalia announced her decision to join the travelling group, only peering at her with renewed interest as she finished her hefty breakfast and hopping up to follow as her travel companions made their leave.
She was already inspecting the cargo on the wagon when Gundren bid his farewell to the group, snatching up the leather satchel and peering briefly at the papers before shifting her attention to the map. (May I get some more info on them?) She looked up just as Gundren slid off his saddle but manages to hold back a snicker, “A pleasant journey to ya.” She called as Gundren succeeds on his second try at getting on top of his horse. “Oh and, I’ll just leave the driving business to someone a bit stronger, don’t think I’d be able to hold them down.”
Looking over to Natalia, she asked ”Why not just ride along? It’ll be faster than walking.“
The cart has a thick leather covering on it that has been bleached to a light tan, it is supported by a few wooden braces to make it have the most space possible, with just some minor re-arrangement everyone's packs will fit if they wish to store it in the cart during travel, but of course whatever is stored will not be on your person in the event of an attack ect. (see the picture below, the driver and passenger will not be covered by the covering, and it is accessible from the rear with some leather straps to tie it back down after accessing it.) (I would not recommend sitting on the roof as it is not a solidly linked together foundation.)
Looking over to Natalia, she asked ”Why not just ride along? It’ll be faster than walking. If there’s not enough space in the back I can sit just as comfortably on the roof probably.”
Ox don't move much faster than you or I, 'specially pullin' a loaded wagon. Not goin t'be any faster walkin' or ridin'. Less somebody's hurt, I'd say it depends on what kinda fightn' ya like would determine whether ya walk or ride. Archers like being above an shootn down. This thing may also provide some cover. If you're an up-close-an-personal type of girl, then I'd suggest walkin'. No sense twistin an ankle tryin' to jump down from this thing inna rush.
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Now men on their own horses can make better time, specially if they push the horses a bit. I 'spect they'll cover twice as much ground in a day as we'll.
Niche turns around when Kal answered her unexpectedly, “Well, no fighting at all is what I’d like.” She said with a shrug, “Each to their own but I wont wasting energy walking when we’ve got a perfectly good wagon to sit on.” She slings her rucksack across her back and hops nimbly onto the back of the wagon, settling down between two crates of supplies, mostly covered and out of sight.
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Gundren chuckles at your question, he says Well, If yer don't believe me, go ahead an try sumthin. He then laughs at you and says, If I wasn't pressed for time, I'd stay and watch the show as she knocks you down a peg. He chuckles as he grabs the last of his supplies, you see a pack, battleaxe, and also a small map/scroll case that sticks out of his pack , Sildar follows suit and retrieves his remaining items, while Natalia is talking to Kal everyone hears Gundren even though he tries to be quiet, I remember the time you made that same mistake. as they both walk out the front of the inn.
Natalia walks over to Kal as she looks her up and down (before Gundren and Sildar leave) and says, Well you may or may not like what you see, but I assure you, provoke me and I will have no issues showing you exactly what skills I bring to this party Kal. I have done many things in my life and traveled with big groups and everyone seems to like a hot meal. But let me tell you, you would be dead wrong if you think that is all that I know. I don't enjoy fighting, but I have no qualms when it comes to bloodshed to protect me and mine. Gundren does not only pay me for the services I provide for this inn he owns, I am also have meetings for him with some of his contacts. Many men seem to think I am a easy target, I have been threatened and people try to intimidate me. Let me assure you, Gundren is a good man that sees most things in black and white, but I see the world with more grey than black and white and people that treaten me do not do so twice.
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Kal holds up his hands in supplication and the accent becomes a little more honeyed
Don't mean offense, ma'am. Just inquirin bout your abilities.
Just like to know what I'm expectin' when somethin' goes wrong. You tell me you can take care of yoself, then I spend less time worryin bout you and more time killin' whatever needs killin'.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Don't you worry about Natalia, she'll be able to hold her own. She's pretty good at binding wounds too, I know from personal experience. Gundren I'm good to go Branagh finishes his breakfast and puts his plate on the bar before hefting his travel bag, his warhammer and his shield. He then waits by the door for everyone else
Natalia grabs a few pieces of bacon and bread, rips a hole in the bread and puts in some porridge in the opening, and walks out through the door. She heads down the street hurriedly to her house. She returns in under five minutes from a different direction than the straight shot from her house, no food remaining, with a pack and drinking some water from her water skin. You see a belt strapped to her with a rapier and a pair of daggers. Her hair that was down previously is now up and with a pair of strange and large hair pins. She has changed her clothes to something more to resemble a traveler, but you can see the outline of leathers underneath. She puts the water skin up and adjusts something in her pockets. She has a small pack and a shotbow slung over her shoulder on one side with a quiver on the other.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Kal finishes the last of his breakfast, grabs his gear, and heads out to the meeting spot.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
(Just waiting on Niche, Franklin, and Varax as I want to try to give everyone ample time to talk and what not, eat breakfast at least)
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Varax finishes his meal, dabs his lips with a napkin, and stands up. "Far be it from me to question who our employer decides to have join in. Ms. Natalia says she can hold her own, and Brannagh vouches for her. Regardless, so long as it doesn't interfere with the bottom line, what difference does this make? Nothing at all, really." He gives a sharp smile. "Glad to have you on board, Ms. Natalia."
Natalia nods in your direction as a response Varax.
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As everyone gathers outside, Gundren and Sildar are finishing packing their horse saddles on two black steeds. Gundren's mount has a brown splotch on his face, and white around his hooves, where as Sildar's is pure black with just a bit of white on the tip of his tail. The cart is there right behind the horses with 2 oxen in the front of it, harnessed to the cart. There is a small covering over the supplies to keep out any rain. Under the seat of the cars is a small leather satchel containing some paperwork and a crude map as Gundren had said there would be, and the seat itself has enough room for 2 people to sit (one to direct the oxen and one to enjoy the ride). Gundren says to you all I be seein ye in a few days now. Me n Sildar'll meet ye in Phandalin. With that he and Sildar mount the horses, Gundren having a bit of trouble as he is so short, it takes him two times to get on his saddle even with a custom saddle with extra steps. He mutters something in Dwarvish under his breath as he fails the first time to climb his saddle. Natalia says to the group, I will be walking this trip, who is going to be driving the oxen? She puts her pack in the back of the wagon and stretches her arms while waiting for a reply.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Branagh will drop his pack into the rear of the cart. I’m more used to steering a vessel than a cart but I am happy to if no one else wants to drive?
"You are more than welcome to drive these beasts of burden, my friend. I'll leave such matters to hands far more capable than my own" Varax says, leaning on his large sheathed sword.
{DM clarification needed: Does driving the cart and working with the Oxen require (or is aided by) Animal Handling skill? If so, Kal is proficient - see the OCC chat for the start of a roles/marching order discussion}
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
I can handle a cart and beast if you don't need me in as advance scout.
Are the seats for the driver and the shotgun just a flat bench or platform or is there a back to them?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
(What kind of roof does the wagon have? Would it be something Niche can sit on?)
Niche didn’t have much of a reaction when Natalia announced her decision to join the travelling group, only peering at her with renewed interest as she finished her hefty breakfast and hopping up to follow as her travel companions made their leave.
She was already inspecting the cargo on the wagon when Gundren bid his farewell to the group, snatching up the leather satchel and peering briefly at the papers before shifting her attention to the map. (May I get some more info on them?) She looked up just as Gundren slid off his saddle but manages to hold back a snicker, “A pleasant journey to ya.” She called as Gundren succeeds on his second try at getting on top of his horse. “Oh and, I’ll just leave the driving business to someone a bit stronger, don’t think I’d be able to hold them down.”
Looking over to Natalia, she asked ”Why not just ride along? It’ll be faster than walking.“
The oxen will require a animal handling check DC:8
Warforged Fighter Talien
The cart has a thick leather covering on it that has been bleached to a light tan, it is supported by a few wooden braces to make it have the most space possible, with just some minor re-arrangement everyone's packs will fit if they wish to store it in the cart during travel, but of course whatever is stored will not be on your person in the event of an attack ect. (see the picture below, the driver and passenger will not be covered by the covering, and it is accessible from the rear with some leather straps to tie it back down after accessing it.) (I would not recommend sitting on the roof as it is not a solidly linked together foundation.)
Warforged Fighter Talien
Ox don't move much faster than you or I, 'specially pullin' a loaded wagon. Not goin t'be any faster walkin' or ridin'. Less somebody's hurt, I'd say it depends on what kinda fightn' ya like would determine whether ya walk or ride. Archers like being above an shootn down. This thing may also provide some cover. If you're an up-close-an-personal type of girl, then I'd suggest walkin'. No sense twistin an ankle tryin' to jump down from this thing inna rush.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
(Alright makes sense, edited the bit about sitting on the roof)
Nodding towards Sildar and Rockseeker
Now men on their own horses can make better time, specially if they push the horses a bit. I 'spect they'll cover twice as much ground in a day as we'll.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Niche turns around when Kal answered her unexpectedly, “Well, no fighting at all is what I’d like.” She said with a shrug, “Each to their own but I wont wasting energy walking when we’ve got a perfectly good wagon to sit on.” She slings her rucksack across her back and hops nimbly onto the back of the wagon, settling down between two crates of supplies, mostly covered and out of sight.