"The feywild could potentially get us there yesterday." Qatyra quips as she grabs a random bottle from under the bar and leaves a platinum in its place. She pops it open and sniffs the content, her face blanches a bit, but she shrugs and takes a swig before setting it on the table.
Jown Sno responds, "Yes and it's also filled with Fey who think poisoning a guy's soup is a fun joke. I'd rather not mess with their chaotic energy."
Qatyra tips her drink too that statement. "Sounds like we're walking, just like old times. Anyone still remember our first trek together? When all we had was secondhand equipment and cantrips to keep ourselves alive?"
"Personally I'd prefer getting there on my own two feet, " Six Coins says ordering himself an ale, "I really don't.want to get accidentally stuck in another plane of existence. Not again anyway."
"Hey, we were not stuck there." Vaden says with a sigh. "Sure we couldn't leave, but i still say stuck is a bit of a strong word. And I still say we should have gone up instead of down. We would never have ran into the Great Mother if we had gone up... And all of those beholders were fighting each other as much as us anyway. Hey, at least we can say we were in the sixth layer of the Abyss... Good times..."
"Yeah, I remember that," Jown Sno says, "Back then Ogres and Lizard Folk were things to be approached with the utmost caution if not avoided. Now, Ogres approach us with caution if they can't avoid us."
Sorumar just stares off into the distance, smiling at the usual antics of his friends, "I don't mind going overland, but I'd rather not walk, horses are an option though. But the transport via plants option seems like a potential as well, as long as you're ok burning the spell before heading up there. We are certainly powerful, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who's made equally powerful enemies as well." Giving a significant look at Vaden.
Sorumar just stares off into the distance, smiling at the usual antics of his friends, "I don't mind going overland, but I'd rather not walk, horses are an option though. But the transport via plants option seems like a potential as well, as long as you're ok burning the spell before heading up there. We are certainly powerful, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who's made equally powerful enemies as well." Giving a significant look at Vaden.
"You heard about the incident with Quenthel Baenre then?" Vaden asks with a surprised glance. seeing the blank look back. "Oh, never mind..."
Raist looks around at the group and smiles, as much as I enjoy living in alone, it is nice to be among friends again.
"Well then shall we enjoy a night of drinking and revelry at our old establishment, or shall we get a move on? You all know how impatient our mentor is, could be fun to make him wait just one more day." Raist suggests.
Sorumar will chuckle a little, "It might be fun, but I'd much rather get moving, I always thought he wouldn't retire until he was dying, so his message has me a little worried."
As the barmaid comes and goes again, Sorumar gives her another suspicious look, "I'm still confused why Durnan lets that doppelganger work for him like this."
Durnin himself brings over a platter with the next round of drinks on it. "Ho there, never thought we would be seeing you lot around these parts again." He says as he sets the drinks down. "Is it true then, the old ranger's retiring? Never thought that day would be coming..."
In response to the question on Bonnie...
"She's a good lass." He tells the group. "Also it is always a good idea to have some tabs on what those around the place are thinking..."
"There have been some rumors of strange things walking the world." Durnin says with a grave look to the group. "Creatures, and even people, twisted by the weave somehow I've been told." He gives you all a nod. "You lot will be fine I am sure, but no one even goes into Under Mountain any longer, since none that do ever come out again." This is probably more words than you have ever heard the tavern owner speak at once the whole time you have known him.
Once everyone is present and done with their drinks, Gilra says, "Ok, lets go hug a tree."
They go outside, literally hug the very first tree they see and he'll cast Transport via Plants, thinking of the weird arctic pine very near to where they wish to go.
The door opens again, and a finely dressed Elven male steps through the threshold. His brown hair neatly tied back. An ornate, silvery blade at his side. He stands stone faced and serious as he casts his gaze across the room. When if finally settles on his friends he breaks into a wide grin. He starts to hurriedly make his way over before he remembers himself.
He slows, straightened his fine clothing and says, "My friends it's been too long." He gi vfc es a slight bow, then takes Qatyra's hand and kisses it, "M'lady."
Turning back to the others he sits, raises his hand to signal for service and says, "did I miss much besides the first round of drinks?"
Jown Sno responds, "Yes and it's also filled with Fey who think poisoning a guy's soup is a fun joke. I'd rather not mess with their chaotic energy."
Qatyra tips her drink too that statement. "Sounds like we're walking, just like old times. Anyone still remember our first trek together? When all we had was secondhand equipment and cantrips to keep ourselves alive?"
"Hey, we were not stuck there." Vaden says with a sigh. "Sure we couldn't leave, but i still say stuck is a bit of a strong word. And I still say we should have gone up instead of down. We would never have ran into the Great Mother if we had gone up... And all of those beholders were fighting each other as much as us anyway. Hey, at least we can say we were in the sixth layer of the Abyss... Good times..."
"Yeah, I remember that," Jown Sno says, "Back then Ogres and Lizard Folk were things to be approached with the utmost caution if not avoided. Now, Ogres approach us with caution if they can't avoid us."
Sorumar just stares off into the distance, smiling at the usual antics of his friends, "I don't mind going overland, but I'd rather not walk, horses are an option though. But the transport via plants option seems like a potential as well, as long as you're ok burning the spell before heading up there. We are certainly powerful, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who's made equally powerful enemies as well." Giving a significant look at Vaden.
"You heard about the incident with Quenthel Baenre then?" Vaden asks with a surprised glance. seeing the blank look back. "Oh, never mind..."
Raist looks around at the group and smiles, as much as I enjoy living in alone, it is nice to be among friends again.
"Well then shall we enjoy a night of drinking and revelry at our old establishment, or shall we get a move on? You all know how impatient our mentor is, could be fun to make him wait just one more day." Raist suggests.
Sorumar will chuckle a little, "It might be fun, but I'd much rather get moving, I always thought he wouldn't retire until he was dying, so his message has me a little worried."
Raist will signal to Bonnie one more Ale for the road, "Then let's be off."
As the barmaid comes and goes again, Sorumar gives her another suspicious look, "I'm still confused why Durnan lets that doppelganger work for him like this."
Durnin himself brings over a platter with the next round of drinks on it. "Ho there, never thought we would be seeing you lot around these parts again." He says as he sets the drinks down. "Is it true then, the old ranger's retiring? Never thought that day would be coming..."
In response to the question on Bonnie...
"She's a good lass." He tells the group. "Also it is always a good idea to have some tabs on what those around the place are thinking..."
Qatyra takes the ale and quaffs it. "Retiring or dying or both, sad really."
"There have been some rumors of strange things walking the world." Durnin says with a grave look to the group. "Creatures, and even people, twisted by the weave somehow I've been told." He gives you all a nod. "You lot will be fine I am sure, but no one even goes into Under Mountain any longer, since none that do ever come out again." This is probably more words than you have ever heard the tavern owner speak at once the whole time you have known him.
Once everyone is present and done with their drinks, Gilra says, "Ok, lets go hug a tree."
They go outside, literally hug the very first tree they see and he'll cast Transport via Plants, thinking of the weird arctic pine very near to where they wish to go.
"Interesting news Durnin," Raist says, "Thank you for sharing. and I will pass along your well wishes to the ranger when we see him."
Jown Sno says, "Twisted by the weave you say? Well... I will keep an eye out for strange people then. Thank you for the information, Durnin."
Sorumar will nod to Durnan as they leave, "Perhaps I'll have to go down and look for them when I come back."
(OOC: not all here yet, so not leaving the tavern as of yet, going to have to ask you to wait on those posts...)
The door opens again, and a finely dressed Elven male steps through the threshold. His brown hair neatly tied back. An ornate, silvery blade at his side. He stands stone faced and serious as he casts his gaze across the room. When if finally settles on his friends he breaks into a wide grin. He starts to hurriedly make his way over before he remembers himself.
He slows, straightened his fine clothing and says, "My friends it's been too long." He gi vfc es a slight bow, then takes Qatyra's hand and kisses it, "M'lady."
Turning back to the others he sits, raises his hand to signal for service and says, "did I miss much besides the first round of drinks?"
"You've missed all but the last Mooney, we're getting ready to head out." Qatyra passes the kiss off as if it were second nature.