Bart starts and stops talking several times before finally deciding he should ask: “why precisely would one ‘march’ into the afterlife? I am sort of hoping any encounter with death I might have will be a more disorderly affair.”
Gorr gives Daffaflea smile and says, "when I'm in doubt, I simply open my hand close it again and remind myself: I did that. I am in control. Now, let's exercise this; I'm going to buy a drink, would you like one?" He says giving Daffaflea grin.
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The guard gives a firm salute, thanking the dragonborn for his work before being guided to the dragonborn's wound which his eyes widen, "Shining Dawn, why didn't you say?! Alysa Dsa at the shrine can help. She can dress your wounds and guide your recovery with prayer. It's just... that way!" He point, almost in a panic.
The guards are obviously busy, so Aazel decides to head back to the Happy Shrub to rest and plan where to from here. His kidnapping had taken him away from his own research, but Aazel didn't feel he could just walk on from this situation, leaving the others to their fates. Once back at the Happy Shrub, he gets his meal from the barkeep and looks around for any of the others who had escaped with him.
Wulcrath makes his way to the Shrine taking in the sights before arriving at the entrance. He never was the religious sort, but he was always taught to respect it, and those who are, regardless.
He makes an effort to enter quietly, doing his best to walk quietly in his armor.
He gently taps on Alysa's sshoulder and quiets his voice a little.
"Excuse me... Alysa correct? If you have a moment, I was wondering if you could help me with... This."
He frowns a little as he motions to his wound, feeling a bit improper as a bit of pain radiates out from it.
Aazel makes his way over to the halfling and takes a seat with his meal. He starts to eat as he talks to her. "Have you seen how busy town is with all the people who were freed? The guard post is overflowing. You know I have no idea what to do now. I mean, I could just carry on as I was before like nothing happened, but I feel like I need to do something. You know what I mean?"
“Yes, I understand,” she nods. “Everything feels different,” she glances at Lucky. “And I don’t think any of us could just forget this and move on with life. We were kidnapped, with no indication of why, save some accursed bandit’s speech about her master’s wishes. I plan to solve this mystery. We don’t have much to go on, but a town guard informed me some of these kidnapped villagers came from two nearby towns. If we can return them home, and do some questioning, we may be able to get to the bottom of this, and prevent more innocent people from being kidnapped. Are you in?”
why precisely would one ‘march’ into the afterlife? I am sort of hoping any encounter with death I might have will be a more disorderly affair
"Tae inspire our troops and show tae enemy we dwarves have no fear! Tae embreace yer duty toward the hold and show those dishonorable scum who they are facing!"
Khazan's drumming increases as he speaks
"All and every dwarf is ready tae fight for their hold! 'Tis our duty and our honor! Tae face death in battle 's nothing but a part of it!"
The drumming stops and the dwarf starts to massage his belly "All this talking 'ave made me even hungrier, where is my damned food?"
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Alysa speaks just before he touches her shoulder, "no need to be light-footed, hero. Especially if your armour betrays you." She stands straight with a gentle smile from over the cauldron , filling the air of the shrine with the smell of a flavoursome stew of leek, potato, cheese and simple seasonings.
The elf is patient as her eyes fall down to the focus of Wulcrath's request. With a mumble of incantation, Alysa's hands glow as she places them near the wound, "for those willing to protect us, there is always time in these halls for you." A warmth surges through Wulcrath, easing him all tension (and healing for 7hp).
She whispers line of prayer of thanks before talking as she goes back to the cauldron, "Feel free to stay. The food is about to be ready if you are hungry and we do have a spare bed for the night if you are weary."
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Bekki stumbles over a stool leg, but manages to regain herself in a snap. "Ah, the right dwarf this time... Here we are; all yours!" She hands over a tray of food and flagon of drink slightly spilt.
“Yes, I understand,” she nods. “Everything feels different,” she glances at Lucky. “And I don’t think any of us could just forget this and move on with life. We were kidnapped, with no indication of why, save some accursed bandit’s speech about her master’s wishes. I plan to solve this mystery. We don’t have much to go on, but a town guard informed me some of these kidnapped villagers came from two nearby towns. If we can return them home, and do some questioning, we may be able to get to the bottom of this, and prevent more innocent people from being kidnapped. Are you in?”
"I would normally say no, I have much I need to do myself. But that was before I realised how vulnerable I was as well. I was caught completely unawares by them the first time. I don't want to have that happen again. So, I guess I am in."
"Wonderful!" she grins, then pauses. "What did you do before you were kidnapped? Where are you from? We can try to determine if there's some connection between those of us who were targeted."
"I guess you could call me an itinerant seeker of knowledge. I don't really have somewhere I can call home anymore. I fear I am the last of my clan. But I have since found my calling, serving Deneir. With his help, I am seeking the knowledge that my clan has lost, so that it may be preserved. Before I was taken I was travelling to a nearby temple to search their archives."
Wulcrath considers her offer before remembering the situation he's found himself in. Although... A bit of soup probably wouldn't hurt though...
"Oh don't worry about the bed that's quite alright... Although, a bit of soup sounds nice..."
Wulcrath decides to stick around to get some of said soup, afterwards he'll donate 5 Gold to the shrine, and make his way back into town, and into the Happy Shrub, to rent a room.
Äazel speaks in a very matter of fact tone. There appears to be no emotion of loss in his voice."It was a tribal war. One of the neighbouring clans wanted to push us out of the ranges where we lived. They were rich in ores and gems. We resisted and they wiped us out. I was quite young at the time and was very fortunate to escape. All that was left to me though were burning buildings and corpses. I couldn't stay there because the next wave of soldiers through would have killed me." Aazel continues to eat his meal. "What about you? How did you end up taken prisoner?
“Hm. Will you be returning to your Hold then?” Bart says to Khazan
"Aye .." responds the dwarf in between one bite of pork knuckle and one of stuffed mushrooms. He swallows, takes a big gulp of dwarven ale and burps loudly.
"... well. Maybe later. There are more important things tae do right now. We have tae find that bandit and introduce her neck tae me axe."
“I’m so sorry, Aazel,” she’s quiet for a few moments. “I’ve been traveling the realm to find the beast that killed my parents. They were rangers, just like...” she pauses, glancing at Lucky. “I used to be. They taught me everything I know. My original goal was to document every creature within the realms,” she pulls out her journal, flipping through some of the pages, filled with notes and sketches of various humanoids and beasts. “About a year ago, when I returned to visit my parents, I found the home completely destroyed, walls broken, clear signs of combat, but no trace of my parents, nor hints to indicate what manner of creature did such a thing. I...I know my parents must be dead, but I want to discover what monster killed them. It needs to be put down before it can hurt anyone else.”
"Well presently it seems what binds us is loss. No one is left to come looking for us. No one to miss us when we are gone. It will be interesting to hear stories of the others rescued. A pattern may help us understand this more."
Khaz goes and sits next to Bart. While waiting for his meal, he starts singin a dwarven war song while drumming on the table using his hands
"Wrath and fury , Grudge and strife , We match into the afterlife!"
Bart starts and stops talking several times before finally deciding he should ask: “why precisely would one ‘march’ into the afterlife? I am sort of hoping any encounter with death I might have will be a more disorderly affair.”
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Gorr gives Daffafle a smile and says, "when I'm in doubt, I simply open my hand close it again and remind myself: I did that. I am in control. Now, let's exercise this; I'm going to buy a drink, would you like one?" He says giving Daffafle a grin.
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The guard gives a firm salute, thanking the dragonborn for his work before being guided to the dragonborn's wound which his eyes widen, "Shining Dawn, why didn't you say?! Alysa Dsa at the shrine can help. She can dress your wounds and guide your recovery with prayer. It's just... that way!" He point, almost in a panic.
The guards are obviously busy, so Aazel decides to head back to the Happy Shrub to rest and plan where to from here. His kidnapping had taken him away from his own research, but Aazel didn't feel he could just walk on from this situation, leaving the others to their fates. Once back at the Happy Shrub, he gets his meal from the barkeep and looks around for any of the others who had escaped with him.
"Well...sure," she catches his infectious smile. "Thanks, Gorr. Not just for the drink, I mean."
Seeing Aazel looking around, the halfing waves to him, gesturing to the empty seat on the other side of her.
Wulcrath makes his way to the Shrine taking in the sights before arriving at the entrance. He never was the religious sort, but he was always taught to respect it, and those who are, regardless.
He makes an effort to enter quietly, doing his best to walk quietly in his armor.
He gently taps on Alysa's sshoulder and quiets his voice a little.
"Excuse me... Alysa correct? If you have a moment, I was wondering if you could help me with... This."
He frowns a little as he motions to his wound, feeling a bit improper as a bit of pain radiates out from it.
Aazel makes his way over to the halfling and takes a seat with his meal. He starts to eat as he talks to her. "Have you seen how busy town is with all the people who were freed? The guard post is overflowing. You know I have no idea what to do now. I mean, I could just carry on as I was before like nothing happened, but I feel like I need to do something. You know what I mean?"
“Yes, I understand,” she nods. “Everything feels different,” she glances at Lucky. “And I don’t think any of us could just forget this and move on with life. We were kidnapped, with no indication of why, save some accursed bandit’s speech about her master’s wishes. I plan to solve this mystery. We don’t have much to go on, but a town guard informed me some of these kidnapped villagers came from two nearby towns. If we can return them home, and do some questioning, we may be able to get to the bottom of this, and prevent more innocent people from being kidnapped. Are you in?”
"Tae inspire our troops and show tae enemy we dwarves have no fear! Tae embreace yer duty toward the hold and show those dishonorable scum who they are facing!"
Khazan's drumming increases as he speaks
"All and every dwarf is ready tae fight for their hold! 'Tis our duty and our honor! Tae face death in battle 's nothing but a part of it!"
The drumming stops and the dwarf starts to massage his belly
"All this talking 'ave made me even hungrier, where is my damned food?"
Alysa speaks just before he touches her shoulder, "no need to be light-footed, hero. Especially if your armour betrays you." She stands straight with a gentle smile from over the cauldron , filling the air of the shrine with the smell of a flavoursome stew of leek, potato, cheese and simple seasonings.
The elf is patient as her eyes fall down to the focus of Wulcrath's request. With a mumble of incantation, Alysa's hands glow as she places them near the wound, "for those willing to protect us, there is always time in these halls for you." A warmth surges through Wulcrath, easing him all tension (and healing for 7hp).
She whispers line of prayer of thanks before talking as she goes back to the cauldron, "Feel free to stay. The food is about to be ready if you are hungry and we do have a spare bed for the night if you are weary."
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Bekki stumbles over a stool leg, but manages to regain herself in a snap. "Ah, the right dwarf this time... Here we are; all yours!" She hands over a tray of food and flagon of drink slightly spilt.
“Hm. Will you be returning to your Hold then?” Bart says to Khazan
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"I would normally say no, I have much I need to do myself. But that was before I realised how vulnerable I was as well. I was caught completely unawares by them the first time. I don't want to have that happen again. So, I guess I am in."
"Wonderful!" she grins, then pauses. "What did you do before you were kidnapped? Where are you from? We can try to determine if there's some connection between those of us who were targeted."
"I guess you could call me an itinerant seeker of knowledge. I don't really have somewhere I can call home anymore. I fear I am the last of my clan. But I have since found my calling, serving Deneir. With his help, I am seeking the knowledge that my clan has lost, so that it may be preserved. Before I was taken I was travelling to a nearby temple to search their archives."
"What happened to your clan?" she asks softly.
Wulcrath considers her offer before remembering the situation he's found himself in. Although... A bit of soup probably wouldn't hurt though...
"Oh don't worry about the bed that's quite alright... Although, a bit of soup sounds nice..."
Wulcrath decides to stick around to get some of said soup, afterwards he'll donate 5 Gold to the shrine, and make his way back into town, and into the Happy Shrub, to rent a room.
Äazel speaks in a very matter of fact tone. There appears to be no emotion of loss in his voice. "It was a tribal war. One of the neighbouring clans wanted to push us out of the ranges where we lived. They were rich in ores and gems. We resisted and they wiped us out. I was quite young at the time and was very fortunate to escape. All that was left to me though were burning buildings and corpses. I couldn't stay there because the next wave of soldiers through would have killed me." Aazel continues to eat his meal. "What about you? How did you end up taken prisoner?
"Aye .." responds the dwarf in between one bite of pork knuckle and one of stuffed mushrooms.
He swallows, takes a big gulp of dwarven ale and burps loudly.
"... well. Maybe later. There are more important things tae do right now. We have tae find that bandit and introduce her neck tae me axe."
He takes another bite of pork.
"What about ye? Going back tae where yer from?"
“I’m so sorry, Aazel,” she’s quiet for a few moments. “I’ve been traveling the realm to find the beast that killed my parents. They were rangers, just like...” she pauses, glancing at Lucky. “I used to be. They taught me everything I know. My original goal was to document every creature within the realms,” she pulls out her journal, flipping through some of the pages, filled with notes and sketches of various humanoids and beasts. “About a year ago, when I returned to visit my parents, I found the home completely destroyed, walls broken, clear signs of combat, but no trace of my parents, nor hints to indicate what manner of creature did such a thing. I...I know my parents must be dead, but I want to discover what monster killed them. It needs to be put down before it can hurt anyone else.”
"Well presently it seems what binds us is loss. No one is left to come looking for us. No one to miss us when we are gone. It will be interesting to hear stories of the others rescued. A pattern may help us understand this more."