Loraviel gives a kind smiles to Surge. "Thank you for your concern Surge. The club is actually called the Hand of Oskana. It is made from the wood of the Living Tree of its namesake. The tree is very sacred to our people. It is a long story how it was made. It has been with my family for many generations, and I have seen my father defend our forest from folks that wished it harm on several occasions." With that said, she helps clean her table a bit, and gets up. "If you will all excuse me, I would like to retire for the day. Have a good night."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Surge sits up with both feet planted firmly on the floor, looks at Loraviel and asks "may I?" with his hands outstretched. Whether she allows him to hold the Hand of Oskana or not he is not offended, gives it a quick look over and nod of appreciation and says solemnly as she departs "perhaps some day I'll tell you the story of this lantern, but not today." He takes another sip. "I'm hoping it isn't finished yet."
As the others depart the Priest says "I'll be right here if you need me. Please do come get me before you leave tomorrow."
Eventually after everyone leaves and if not interrupted the Priest can be found passed out with his arms and head on the table in the morning.
No one seemed to notice Kilxus wander off, he was okay with that, sometimes he needed solitude. He took his ale with him and made his way back to his room. He sat on the bed pondering future glories, and amongst the thoughts of treasure he fell asleep.
He awoke late at night, drenched in sweat, reaching for his sickle. He rolles and hopped out of bed rapidly glancing around but realized he was in his room.
With a sigh he reminded himself, yet again, that it was only a nightmare.
Ebb is going to go back downstairs, late at night, with an extra blanket and a pillow. He'll wrap the blanket around the shoulders of the passed out Priest, and put the pillow under his head. Then he'll yawn, go back upstairs, and fall asleep.
Loraviel is not used to the luxuries that this establishment provides. She marvels at the comforts and how easy life is for a city dweller. She goes into her room, sits on the floor, crosses her legs, and starts to meditate. She thinks of her family and the forest beasts that live around her home. The dear friends that she had to say goodbye when she took on this journey.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
It is late at night and the tavern is almost empty. Music ended a long time ago, and the only sound that can be heard is that of the water genasi snoring loudly after an evening of heavy drinking. Staying true to the promise of an ever-warming fire place, one of the waiters feeds the fire with logs.
The other members of the group are in their rooms, resting. Or at least, trying to do so. For some, sleep is not a time for peace, deadly nightmares bring ghosts of the past to life. Others, in a state of trance, travel to the woods, where mystical springs rejuvenate the forest. Where deers run unimpeded, without fear. Where bird, mammal, and reptile co-exist. A courageous halfling dreams of old glories alongside dear acquaintances, and smiles in his sleep, as images of future deeds come to his mind. A kind tiefling goes out of his way to take care of his newly-found comrades, and goes back to sleep with peace of mind and heart.
A couple of hours after midnight, the main door creaks slowly, as a hooded creature enters the room. The half-sleeping waiter snaps out of his dream:
"Huh, who's there?" he asks.
"It's me" says Madame Rosene, hood down now. "Go and make sure that everything is right with the wagon outside. No customers will come at this time of the night".
"Ah, but Madame, I did that an hour ago, when the wagon arrived. All was goo.."
"I said, go outside and make sure that everything is right" and adds in a lower but firmer tone: "Please".
"O... Ok Madame, as you say" says the gnome finally, as he leaves the room.
Madame Rosene then approaches the sleeping genasi and bends down, almost touching the sleeping man with her nose. "Interesting, the dwarf is not as dumb as we thought" says with a voice completely different from the one she used before.
A few minutes later, the gnome comes back. "Alright ma'am, all good with the wag... Madame? Huh? I wonder where she went."
Three hours later, the sun starts to rise in the east. Business owners start to prepare for another busy day in the city, and travelers can be seen already in the distance, approaching the city's main gates.
At this time, members of Gundren's escort party began to awake and prepare for the task they have in front of them.
Kilxus wakes with the dawn, sweat on his brow from another restless night. He stretches and begins to gather his gear, he dons his leather tunic and leggings, and checks the edge of his sickle.
With another stretch he headed down into the main room of the inn to await his comrades.
The Priest awakes atop a fresh pillow with a mixed reaction. "Oh no, not again" he says to himself, checking his holy symbols and other belongings before staring oddly at the pillow for a moment. The genasi stands with a groan but folds the blanket neatly and places it on the table, stacking the pillow on top. Making his way to the bar Surge rubs his head and asks for a large serving of water.
Pardo completed his count. Back flat against the wall, thighs parallel to the floor. His rapier was held at address position in his right hand. His shield was in the classic tartaruga position to protect to his head. The exercise over, Pado straightened as he rose, securing his rapier in its scabbard. He would sling his shield over his back once on his way. No need to have his Companion's first impression of him be seeing him caught in a doorway.
For neither the first nor last time, he went over his inventory in his head. Everything was in place, as it had been the last 20 times he ran through the list in his mind. He resisted the urge to go over it all again. Instead, after filling his waterskin from the fresh pitcher that had been left at the door of his room, he headed down to the where the carts and carriages arrived. Dawn would break in 20 minutes.
In the middle of the night, Loraviel had tranced enough for a full rest. She had traveled far to arrive at Neverwinter, and the days ahead might be harder yet. She felt relatively safe in this establishment, so she gave herself the luxury of trancing for the rest of night. Now, she would dream about her mother, and the Wild Shapes that she was able to shift into. She longed for the day that she would be able to do that herself.
At sunrise, Loraviel wakes up more than refreshed from her trance. She stretches, and slowly stands up. She makes sure that the room does not need to be tidied, and she makes her way downstairs to meet her newly found companions. She is excited to embark on her first adventure away from home.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Ebb will wake up, meditate for about 2 hours, then head down for breakfast. When Pardo comes down, he'll see Ebb finishing his breakfast at the bar, raise his glass of water to Pardo, then motion to Priest and put a finger up to his lips. He'll do the same to Kilxus and Loraviel. When Priest does eventually wake up, and make his way to the bar, Ebb will just slide a plate of eggs with ginger in it to him and say, "Ginger always helped me when I.." Ebb ponders his word choice for a second, "followed the nightly routine you do."
Surge gives Ebb half of a smile and a raise of his wooden cup full of water in his honor. "Thanks. Sorry if I, ah, wasn't quite myself last night. You all seem like a better than average lot." The Priest turns a bit and glances at the pillow once again in that regard.
To the morning barkeep Surge asks "how much for a cask of the good stuff?" He taps his cup to indicate he just means water. "If I'm leaving the sea behind for a brief spell I'll want plenty, or at least an empty cask if you can spare one."
The water genasi proceeds to quickly imbibe the entire pitcher the barkeep had set out for him. Eventually he begins to look like he's sweating profusely, despite the obvious lack of any reason for that to be the case. "Aaaaahhhhh, feeling much better already." He taps the pitcher for a refill and smiles at the barkeep, leaving a small bit of coin on the counter.
"Alright! So, unless there's anything else we should do before we leave, shall we depart?" Ebb bangs the quarterstaff on the wooden floor. It's a little louder than he though, so he jumps a little, and quickly apologizes.
"May the Goddess Mielikki watch over our journey." She then makes a fist with her right hand, covers it with the palm of her left hand, and brings it close to her chest. "Dear Mother and dear Father. Your daughter is about to embark on her first adventure. I ask your blessings upon my companions. And may the Forest be my guide." Loraviel looks to Ebb and nods. "I am ready."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Pardo sees the Company assembled in the courtyard. OK, you silly Hin, act like you know what you're doing.
"Good morning, all. We number five. Lovariel has agreed to drive the cart and I believe Priest should also ride. I will walk alongside the right side of the cart and keep watch on the tree line ahead. I propose that Ebb guard the left flank and scout ahead when we see something. Kilxus, would you follow a length behind the cart and ensure that we are not followed?"
Kilxus smiles brightly towards Pardo, "That sounds good to me, I'll be rearguard." With a nod he walks to the rear of the cart, waiting for it to depart before he follows.
Surge emerges from the inn wearing studded leather over the clothes he was wearing the previous evening. He carries a small wooden shield somewhat like a kite shield but longer and thinner. Upon closer inspection it is made of several boards of well worn wood, a few of which have barnacles on them and one appearing to have a small portion of what might have been a large white 'S' on it. "I won't argue with that, Captain!" the genasi says happily. He climbs atop the wagon next to Loraviel with a cask of water and places it close by, propping his quarterstaff and lantern up as well. Reaching for the lantern the Priest then leans back and begins to whistle a lively tune while starting to meticulously re-inforce the damaged lantern by wrapping weak parts with thin metal wire. He is careful to ensure the lantern remains lit, adding oil from time to time during their journey.
"Understood." Loraviel tells Pardo. She goes to where the cart is and gently pets the beasts that are pulling it. She sits on the driver's seat and wait for everyone to be ready and get the journey started. While driving, she concentrates (OCC: for 10 minutes) and cast Speak with Animals. "Hello Friends, please take us safely to our destination." She gently speaks to the beasts. (OCC: What kind of beast(s) are pulling the cart?)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
[Surge] climbs atop the wagon next to Loraviel with a cask of water and places it close by, propping his quarterstaff and lantern up as well. Reaching for the lantern the Priest then leans back and begins to whistle a lively tune while starting to meticulously re-inforce the damaged lantern by wrapping weak parts with thin metal wire. He is careful to ensure the lantern remains lit, adding oil from time to time during their journey.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah ... chicks dig the lantern," Pardo mutters under his breath. He notices with some shame that he's fidgeting with the locket he usually keeps tucked under his mail. Sheepishly, he tucks the locket back in.
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Loraviel gives a kind smiles to Surge. "Thank you for your concern Surge. The club is actually called the Hand of Oskana. It is made from the wood of the Living Tree of its namesake. The tree is very sacred to our people. It is a long story how it was made. It has been with my family for many generations, and I have seen my father defend our forest from folks that wished it harm on several occasions." With that said, she helps clean her table a bit, and gets up. "If you will all excuse me, I would like to retire for the day. Have a good night."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Surge sits up with both feet planted firmly on the floor, looks at Loraviel and asks "may I?" with his hands outstretched. Whether she allows him to hold the Hand of Oskana or not he is not offended, gives it a quick look over and nod of appreciation and says solemnly as she departs "perhaps some day I'll tell you the story of this lantern, but not today." He takes another sip. "I'm hoping it isn't finished yet."
As the others depart the Priest says "I'll be right here if you need me. Please do come get me before you leave tomorrow."
Eventually after everyone leaves and if not interrupted the Priest can be found passed out with his arms and head on the table in the morning.
No one seemed to notice Kilxus wander off, he was okay with that, sometimes he needed solitude. He took his ale with him and made his way back to his room. He sat on the bed pondering future glories, and amongst the thoughts of treasure he fell asleep.
He awoke late at night, drenched in sweat, reaching for his sickle. He rolles and hopped out of bed rapidly glancing around but realized he was in his room.
With a sigh he reminded himself, yet again, that it was only a nightmare.
Ebb is going to go back downstairs, late at night, with an extra blanket and a pillow. He'll wrap the blanket around the shoulders of the passed out Priest, and put the pillow under his head. Then he'll yawn, go back upstairs, and fall asleep.
Loraviel is not used to the luxuries that this establishment provides. She marvels at the comforts and how easy life is for a city dweller. She goes into her room, sits on the floor, crosses her legs, and starts to meditate. She thinks of her family and the forest beasts that live around her home. The dear friends that she had to say goodbye when she took on this journey.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
It is late at night and the tavern is almost empty. Music ended a long time ago, and the only sound that can be heard is that of the water genasi snoring loudly after an evening of heavy drinking. Staying true to the promise of an ever-warming fire place, one of the waiters feeds the fire with logs.
The other members of the group are in their rooms, resting. Or at least, trying to do so. For some, sleep is not a time for peace, deadly nightmares bring ghosts of the past to life. Others, in a state of trance, travel to the woods, where mystical springs rejuvenate the forest. Where deers run unimpeded, without fear. Where bird, mammal, and reptile co-exist. A courageous halfling dreams of old glories alongside dear acquaintances, and smiles in his sleep, as images of future deeds come to his mind. A kind tiefling goes out of his way to take care of his newly-found comrades, and goes back to sleep with peace of mind and heart.
A couple of hours after midnight, the main door creaks slowly, as a hooded creature enters the room. The half-sleeping waiter snaps out of his dream:
"Huh, who's there?" he asks.
"It's me" says Madame Rosene, hood down now. "Go and make sure that everything is right with the wagon outside. No customers will come at this time of the night".
"Ah, but Madame, I did that an hour ago, when the wagon arrived. All was goo.."
"I said, go outside and make sure that everything is right" and adds in a lower but firmer tone: "Please".
"O... Ok Madame, as you say" says the gnome finally, as he leaves the room.
Madame Rosene then approaches the sleeping genasi and bends down, almost touching the sleeping man with her nose. "Interesting, the dwarf is not as dumb as we thought" says with a voice completely different from the one she used before.
A few minutes later, the gnome comes back. "Alright ma'am, all good with the wag... Madame? Huh? I wonder where she went."
Three hours later, the sun starts to rise in the east. Business owners start to prepare for another busy day in the city, and travelers can be seen already in the distance, approaching the city's main gates.
At this time, members of Gundren's escort party began to awake and prepare for the task they have in front of them.
Kilxus wakes with the dawn, sweat on his brow from another restless night. He stretches and begins to gather his gear, he dons his leather tunic and leggings, and checks the edge of his sickle.
With another stretch he headed down into the main room of the inn to await his comrades.
The Priest awakes atop a fresh pillow with a mixed reaction. "Oh no, not again" he says to himself, checking his holy symbols and other belongings before staring oddly at the pillow for a moment. The genasi stands with a groan but folds the blanket neatly and places it on the table, stacking the pillow on top. Making his way to the bar Surge rubs his head and asks for a large serving of water.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine. One thousand."
Pardo completed his count. Back flat against the wall, thighs parallel to the floor. His rapier was held at address position in his right hand. His shield was in the classic tartaruga position to protect to his head. The exercise over, Pado straightened as he rose, securing his rapier in its scabbard. He would sling his shield over his back once on his way. No need to have his Companion's first impression of him be seeing him caught in a doorway.
For neither the first nor last time, he went over his inventory in his head. Everything was in place, as it had been the last 20 times he ran through the list in his mind. He resisted the urge to go over it all again. Instead, after filling his waterskin from the fresh pitcher that had been left at the door of his room, he headed down to the where the carts and carriages arrived. Dawn would break in 20 minutes.
In the middle of the night, Loraviel had tranced enough for a full rest. She had traveled far to arrive at Neverwinter, and the days ahead might be harder yet. She felt relatively safe in this establishment, so she gave herself the luxury of trancing for the rest of night. Now, she would dream about her mother, and the Wild Shapes that she was able to shift into. She longed for the day that she would be able to do that herself.
At sunrise, Loraviel wakes up more than refreshed from her trance. She stretches, and slowly stands up. She makes sure that the room does not need to be tidied, and she makes her way downstairs to meet her newly found companions. She is excited to embark on her first adventure away from home.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Ebb will wake up, meditate for about 2 hours, then head down for breakfast. When Pardo comes down, he'll see Ebb finishing his breakfast at the bar, raise his glass of water to Pardo, then motion to Priest and put a finger up to his lips. He'll do the same to Kilxus and Loraviel. When Priest does eventually wake up, and make his way to the bar, Ebb will just slide a plate of eggs with ginger in it to him and say, "Ginger always helped me when I.." Ebb ponders his word choice for a second, "followed the nightly routine you do."
Surge gives Ebb half of a smile and a raise of his wooden cup full of water in his honor. "Thanks. Sorry if I, ah, wasn't quite myself last night. You all seem like a better than average lot." The Priest turns a bit and glances at the pillow once again in that regard.
To the morning barkeep Surge asks "how much for a cask of the good stuff?" He taps his cup to indicate he just means water. "If I'm leaving the sea behind for a brief spell I'll want plenty, or at least an empty cask if you can spare one."
The water genasi proceeds to quickly imbibe the entire pitcher the barkeep had set out for him. Eventually he begins to look like he's sweating profusely, despite the obvious lack of any reason for that to be the case. "Aaaaahhhhh, feeling much better already." He taps the pitcher for a refill and smiles at the barkeep, leaving a small bit of coin on the counter.
"Alright! So, unless there's anything else we should do before we leave, shall we depart?" Ebb bangs the quarterstaff on the wooden floor. It's a little louder than he though, so he jumps a little, and quickly apologizes.
Kilxus nods towards Ebb, "I'm ready when you are." He smiles at the apology, and pats his Tiefling companion on the shoulder.
"May the Goddess Mielikki watch over our journey." She then makes a fist with her right hand, covers it with the palm of her left hand, and brings it close to her chest. "Dear Mother and dear Father. Your daughter is about to embark on her first adventure. I ask your blessings upon my companions. And may the Forest be my guide." Loraviel looks to Ebb and nods. "I am ready."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Pardo sees the Company assembled in the courtyard. OK, you silly Hin, act like you know what you're doing.
"Good morning, all. We number five. Lovariel has agreed to drive the cart and I believe Priest should also ride. I will walk alongside the right side of the cart and keep watch on the tree line ahead. I propose that Ebb guard the left flank and scout ahead when we see something. Kilxus, would you follow a length behind the cart and ensure that we are not followed?"
Kilxus smiles brightly towards Pardo, "That sounds good to me, I'll be rearguard." With a nod he walks to the rear of the cart, waiting for it to depart before he follows.
Surge emerges from the inn wearing studded leather over the clothes he was wearing the previous evening. He carries a small wooden shield somewhat like a kite shield but longer and thinner. Upon closer inspection it is made of several boards of well worn wood, a few of which have barnacles on them and one appearing to have a small portion of what might have been a large white 'S' on it. "I won't argue with that, Captain!" the genasi says happily. He climbs atop the wagon next to Loraviel with a cask of water and places it close by, propping his quarterstaff and lantern up as well. Reaching for the lantern the Priest then leans back and begins to whistle a lively tune while starting to meticulously re-inforce the damaged lantern by wrapping weak parts with thin metal wire. He is careful to ensure the lantern remains lit, adding oil from time to time during their journey.
"Understood." Loraviel tells Pardo. She goes to where the cart is and gently pets the beasts that are pulling it. She sits on the driver's seat and wait for everyone to be ready and get the journey started. While driving, she concentrates (OCC: for 10 minutes) and cast Speak with Animals. "Hello Friends, please take us safely to our destination." She gently speaks to the beasts. (OCC: What kind of beast(s) are pulling the cart?)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah ... chicks dig the lantern," Pardo mutters under his breath. He notices with some shame that he's fidgeting with the locket he usually keeps tucked under his mail. Sheepishly, he tucks the locket back in.