Snaps his teeth at the lights. "Magic, there was some that used that when I was child. They were never seen again, only the higher ranks were allowed to cast spells. I learned to fight, I was only useful when I had a weapon." Patting his old worn sword, "I like the fight up close, to see death face to face. It is comforting."
Belvarax begins to fidget with a nail from his pack. "To see death eye to eye is not always the most comforting. I have learned that nature can teach you all you need. It shows you life, patience, strength, love, joy and even death." He looks about for a moment and speaks again, "Magic is a tool to assist us in everything we do, there is comfort in that too. Some day I will show you the great benefits that it has to offer."
"I accept death. I have killed many and almost been killed many more times. I saw death whan I hatched, when I trained, when I fought and now it is what I am. I haven't had the time to learn from nature, I was trying to survive. I have no knowledge of magic past it's use in battle. I understand it's strong, but my blade is all I need. If I see something, I can kill it. That gives me food, hide and materials to trade. If I am lucky, they have equipment to take." Clicking his teeth and looking carefully around when he talks, rarely meeting anyone's eyes.
“We grew up in very different environments, you and I. You have had to fight to survive, where I had to learn from books and wise masters of the arcane ways. You were fortunate to grow with your people where I do not know mine, but rather have a collective of other races that I suppose I call family.” Still fidgeting with the nail in his left hand, Belvarax looks to Jargrax. “When I was a teen I left the academy, and lived out in the woods. Lived off the land for many years. Nature has taught me a great many things about food and survival.” Takes a deep breath and let it out, returning his gaze to his he road. “I have also learned that killing isn’t always the best path, and sometimes mercy pays out greater in the end. Though, I’d use caution with that.”
At some point, during the trip, Rolo will jump off the wagon and start running along side the horses. He likes to feel the earth beneath his bare feet and also because he knows that it is a very good exercise.
"My home had others, some scaled, and some skin. I knew many, we weren't friendly but there were a couple I worked well with. They would be ashamed if they saw me now, working for merchants and struggling for coins." Staring at the running Dwarf. "That one, seems decent. I don't understand him, but I have the feeling he won't die easily."
Looking at Rolo as Jargrax does, "He is quiet, and I do believe you are correct, he is quite hearty. I think you will be surprised by some of us though, I think you will find that we all will be quite handy at times."
Belvarax puts the nail back in his pack and gets out one of the small casks of ale that he purchased and fills a wooden mug that he had tethered to the side of his pack. he takes a big gulp and looks to Jargrax. " Would you like a drink? Consider it a thank you as appreciation for your conversation." And gestures the cask in his direction.
Shaking his head to the offered drink, "Not while working. I can't drink too much without having issues. Anyway, I don't doubt you are useful. I just don't know if things go badly, that you all will survive. If I die, that's just the job. I can survive most tragedies, but I have noticed others aren't so hearty." Watching around them still on alert, he wanted to be careful. No road was safe.
Adorabella rides her little battle pony alongside the cart where the path is wide enough. She is always looking around the countryside, even as she seems distracted. She has spent too many days on the roads alone, between the temples, and while she loves the company of others, she's too awkward to converse on the long haul. So she rides along quietly, rubbing Onyx's neck for comfort. She listens with half an ear, listening to the dragonborn talk to each other was like night and day, and at once she felt pity for both, one with no family and the other no family love. No wonder he's so bitter and against assistance from others.
She pats her saddlebags lightly, continuing to watch her surroundings and keeping the easy pace. She smiles at Rolo running along, taking in the fresh movement. Running was never her sport, give her a shield and hammer and she'll make combat her choice way to move. She rarely won against her mother, and she was certain that no matter how much her mother swore she won honestly, she still believed her Da convinced her to throw a few matches over the years.
Taking another peek at the whole team she watched the little gnome fiddling with something, Natone sitting quietly, and the elfin woman ignoring everyone. What an odd group her clansman found.
Belvarax seals the cask and returns it to his pack, "Not to worry, with our Dwarven female friend over here, I don't think many of us will be falling too easily."
As the wagon makes its way along, Aðalsteinn attempts to fiddle with some of his tools to make a charm of a giant elk from a stick. The jostling of the wagon is enough that he cannot make accurate enough carves and decides to put his tools back in his sack for the time being. After listening to the Dragonborn talk for a while, Aðalsteinn grabs his spear and idly sharpens it on his whetstone to make sure it is properly sharp.
"Does anyone else need their blade tuned up?" he asks the wagon as they make their down the trail.
Adorabella heard the Gnome offer sharpening services and moves over to the back of the cart to hand him the hand axe she has, "I don't often have access to good skillmanship outside of the clan! I trust you will treat this beauty of Dwarven skill well!" She winks and smiles brightly before moseying out a small amount to get clearance of the wagon.
Jargrax turns to look straight at Adorabella, "I don't know. She is small and might be the first to go, if I was to attack us. She would be my first target, strike her fast and hard. The rest would either stop to support her or we would rush away leaving her. Her equipment would be decent loot, and her horse food if desperate." Turning back to Belvarax, "But that is only my thoughts."
Aðalsteinn grabs her axe as a bump in the trail would have nearly thrown it if he didn't have a better grip. He gave a sickly smile after fearing he would have already made a poor impression and said "Aye ma'am, I'll hone it to its best. I always preferred to have something to do over sitting idly." while setting to work to sharpen the axe, not realizing that Adorabella already departed from view.
Hearing Jargrax speak so bluntly about her apparent lack of skill, she turns a small crack in her good cheer mood, "Jargrax your lack of faith will one day lead you to a bitter truth and I only hope I'm there to pull you out of that realization. Not everything made of steel is a brash and loud metal stick. You would be strongly mistaken if my kindness and cheerful demeanor denotes a lack of strength and skill." After her sharp rebuke, her spine stays stiff while her face softens. "While you have only known such a hard path, others have not been so unfortunate. To care for others is not a weakness to exploit." She shakes her head sadly and scoots back to the left back half of the cart.
Looking at Jargrax, "If she is the main target then I feel sorry for our attackers. By the looks of it you have had your fair share of scraps and your still alive. The enemy would regret that decision quickly, I think"
Turning to the Gnome, "I don't think a Mace needs much in the way of sharpening, however while on my way to the Traveling Fool it acquired this nasty ding, can you do something about that?" And I hand the mace over to Aðalsteinn.
Jargrax shrugs at the others words, tossing his scimitar to the gnome. The blade cared for but used roughly, sharpened so many times that it has lost a bit of thickness and is a cloudy metal with some rust on it. "Careful, with my blade, it is old and worn." Then looking at Adorabella, "My faith is pointless, the only truth worth knowing is to survive. I will exploit any weakness I find, it is only sensible. My words wasn't a insult, but what I would do if I attacked this cart. You are on your own mount, so separated from us. You are armored, but a obvious target while others hid in the cart. I would have archers go for you, and maybe slings aimed at the horses. Separate us, focus on two targets. Possibly take you as hostage if you are overwhelmed. Ultimately, I would react accordingly. If it was you or the cart, I would keep the horses going till safe. Whether I came back is depending on what happened and how many."
Adorabella smiles with a bit of sharpness, "I may look like a soft target, but between my well trained horse, my own trainings, and my wit, men bigger than you have regretted their decisions." Adora keeps her eyes roving, remembering why she often travelled alone, conversations with others always made her regret her words and her tone. She never mastered her temper when challenged by folk who were dismissive of her values. She touched her necklace for peace of mind, breathed deeply and slowly, and moved up to the front left of the cart oxen knowing Onyx was better trained and better protected than any cart oxen.
Glancing at Aðalsteinn and then returning focus to the road. "On my travel here I stopped in Yartar and stayed at The Cointoss, its a small tavern where if you can toss your coin through the eye slit of the Helm hanging above the bar, your next drink was on the house. I apparently got too many free drinks and the locals didn't appreciate it much. After they figured i had enough they coaxed me out into the street. I was out numbered 3 to 1, grabbed my mace and swung it at the first that approached. It locked on and wreaked his face. Then I turned and swung at the next, missed horribly and hit the metal pole on the street side. I hit is so hard that the mace stuck to it. That guy got in one good hit before I summoned a Witch Bolt and dropped him. The third looked at me scared and ran. It took me about 10 minutes or so to dislodge the mace. That night I thought it best to walk away from the money spent on the warm room and retreat to the woods. Next day I noticed the ding."
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Snaps his teeth at the lights. "Magic, there was some that used that when I was child. They were never seen again, only the higher ranks were allowed to cast spells. I learned to fight, I was only useful when I had a weapon." Patting his old worn sword, "I like the fight up close, to see death face to face. It is comforting."
Belvarax begins to fidget with a nail from his pack. "To see death eye to eye is not always the most comforting. I have learned that nature can teach you all you need. It shows you life, patience, strength, love, joy and even death." He looks about for a moment and speaks again, "Magic is a tool to assist us in everything we do, there is comfort in that too. Some day I will show you the great benefits that it has to offer."
"I accept death. I have killed many and almost been killed many more times. I saw death whan I hatched, when I trained, when I fought and now it is what I am. I haven't had the time to learn from nature, I was trying to survive. I have no knowledge of magic past it's use in battle. I understand it's strong, but my blade is all I need. If I see something, I can kill it. That gives me food, hide and materials to trade. If I am lucky, they have equipment to take." Clicking his teeth and looking carefully around when he talks, rarely meeting anyone's eyes.
“We grew up in very different environments, you and I. You have had to fight to survive, where I had to learn from books and wise masters of the arcane ways. You were fortunate to grow with your people where I do not know mine, but rather have a collective of other races that I suppose I call family.” Still fidgeting with the nail in his left hand, Belvarax looks to Jargrax. “When I was a teen I left the academy, and lived out in the woods. Lived off the land for many years. Nature has taught me a great many things about food and survival.” Takes a deep breath and let it out, returning his gaze to his he road. “I have also learned that killing isn’t always the best path, and sometimes mercy pays out greater in the end. Though, I’d use caution with that.”
At some point, during the trip, Rolo will jump off the wagon and start running along side the horses.
He likes to feel the earth beneath his bare feet and also because he knows that it is a very good exercise.
"My home had others, some scaled, and some skin. I knew many, we weren't friendly but there were a couple I worked well with. They would be ashamed if they saw me now, working for merchants and struggling for coins." Staring at the running Dwarf. "That one, seems decent. I don't understand him, but I have the feeling he won't die easily."
Looking at Rolo as Jargrax does, "He is quiet, and I do believe you are correct, he is quite hearty. I think you will be surprised by some of us though, I think you will find that we all will be quite handy at times."
Belvarax puts the nail back in his pack and gets out one of the small casks of ale that he purchased and fills a wooden mug that he had tethered to the side of his pack. he takes a big gulp and looks to Jargrax. " Would you like a drink? Consider it a thank you as appreciation for your conversation." And gestures the cask in his direction.
Shaking his head to the offered drink, "Not while working. I can't drink too much without having issues. Anyway, I don't doubt you are useful. I just don't know if things go badly, that you all will survive. If I die, that's just the job. I can survive most tragedies, but I have noticed others aren't so hearty." Watching around them still on alert, he wanted to be careful. No road was safe.
Adorabella rides her little battle pony alongside the cart where the path is wide enough. She is always looking around the countryside, even as she seems distracted. She has spent too many days on the roads alone, between the temples, and while she loves the company of others, she's too awkward to converse on the long haul. So she rides along quietly, rubbing Onyx's neck for comfort.
She listens with half an ear, listening to the dragonborn talk to each other was like night and day, and at once she felt pity for both, one with no family and the other no family love. No wonder he's so bitter and against assistance from others.
She pats her saddlebags lightly, continuing to watch her surroundings and keeping the easy pace. She smiles at Rolo running along, taking in the fresh movement. Running was never her sport, give her a shield and hammer and she'll make combat her choice way to move. She rarely won against her mother, and she was certain that no matter how much her mother swore she won honestly, she still believed her Da convinced her to throw a few matches over the years.
Taking another peek at the whole team she watched the little gnome fiddling with something, Natone sitting quietly, and the elfin woman ignoring everyone. What an odd group her clansman found.
Belvarax seals the cask and returns it to his pack, "Not to worry, with our Dwarven female friend over here, I don't think many of us will be falling too easily."
As the wagon makes its way along, Aðalsteinn attempts to fiddle with some of his tools to make a charm of a giant elk from a stick. The jostling of the wagon is enough that he cannot make accurate enough carves and decides to put his tools back in his sack for the time being. After listening to the Dragonborn talk for a while, Aðalsteinn grabs his spear and idly sharpens it on his whetstone to make sure it is properly sharp.
"Does anyone else need their blade tuned up?" he asks the wagon as they make their down the trail.
Adorabella heard the Gnome offer sharpening services and moves over to the back of the cart to hand him the hand axe she has, "I don't often have access to good skillmanship outside of the clan! I trust you will treat this beauty of Dwarven skill well!" She winks and smiles brightly before moseying out a small amount to get clearance of the wagon.
Jargrax turns to look straight at Adorabella, "I don't know. She is small and might be the first to go, if I was to attack us. She would be my first target, strike her fast and hard. The rest would either stop to support her or we would rush away leaving her. Her equipment would be decent loot, and her horse food if desperate." Turning back to Belvarax, "But that is only my thoughts."
Aðalsteinn grabs her axe as a bump in the trail would have nearly thrown it if he didn't have a better grip. He gave a sickly smile after fearing he would have already made a poor impression and said "Aye ma'am, I'll hone it to its best. I always preferred to have something to do over sitting idly." while setting to work to sharpen the axe, not realizing that Adorabella already departed from view.
Hearing Jargrax speak so bluntly about her apparent lack of skill, she turns a small crack in her good cheer mood, "Jargrax your lack of faith will one day lead you to a bitter truth and I only hope I'm there to pull you out of that realization. Not everything made of steel is a brash and loud metal stick. You would be strongly mistaken if my kindness and cheerful demeanor denotes a lack of strength and skill." After her sharp rebuke, her spine stays stiff while her face softens. "While you have only known such a hard path, others have not been so unfortunate. To care for others is not a weakness to exploit." She shakes her head sadly and scoots back to the left back half of the cart.
Looking at Jargrax, "If she is the main target then I feel sorry for our attackers. By the looks of it you have had your fair share of scraps and your still alive. The enemy would regret that decision quickly, I think"
Turning to the Gnome, "I don't think a Mace needs much in the way of sharpening, however while on my way to the Traveling Fool it acquired this nasty ding, can you do something about that?" And I hand the mace over to Aðalsteinn.
To Belvarax: "Sure thing. How'd you manage to ding a mace? Can't imagine that it would be that easy of a thing to except hit a rock really hard."
Jargrax shrugs at the others words, tossing his scimitar to the gnome. The blade cared for but used roughly, sharpened so many times that it has lost a bit of thickness and is a cloudy metal with some rust on it. "Careful, with my blade, it is old and worn." Then looking at Adorabella, "My faith is pointless, the only truth worth knowing is to survive. I will exploit any weakness I find, it is only sensible. My words wasn't a insult, but what I would do if I attacked this cart. You are on your own mount, so separated from us. You are armored, but a obvious target while others hid in the cart. I would have archers go for you, and maybe slings aimed at the horses. Separate us, focus on two targets. Possibly take you as hostage if you are overwhelmed. Ultimately, I would react accordingly. If it was you or the cart, I would keep the horses going till safe. Whether I came back is depending on what happened and how many."
Adorabella smiles with a bit of sharpness, "I may look like a soft target, but between my well trained horse, my own trainings, and my wit, men bigger than you have regretted their decisions."
Adora keeps her eyes roving, remembering why she often travelled alone, conversations with others always made her regret her words and her tone. She never mastered her temper when challenged by folk who were dismissive of her values. She touched her necklace for peace of mind, breathed deeply and slowly, and moved up to the front left of the cart oxen knowing Onyx was better trained and better protected than any cart oxen.
Glancing at Aðalsteinn and then returning focus to the road. "On my travel here I stopped in Yartar and stayed at The Cointoss, its a small tavern where if you can toss your coin through the eye slit of the Helm hanging above the bar, your next drink was on the house. I apparently got too many free drinks and the locals didn't appreciate it much. After they figured i had enough they coaxed me out into the street. I was out numbered 3 to 1, grabbed my mace and swung it at the first that approached. It locked on and wreaked his face. Then I turned and swung at the next, missed horribly and hit the metal pole on the street side. I hit is so hard that the mace stuck to it. That guy got in one good hit before I summoned a Witch Bolt and dropped him. The third looked at me scared and ran. It took me about 10 minutes or so to dislodge the mace. That night I thought it best to walk away from the money spent on the warm room and retreat to the woods. Next day I noticed the ding."