Duradin bites back an acid response, and nods. "Let a message be sent ahead to give old Gorsef a warning. He'll have my head between his teeth before I could get a word in, otherwise. By your leave, my king." More a formality than a request, Duradin leaves the chamber, heading for the Royal Depots, with appropriate decorum, obviously still ruffled by the events but reconciling himself by putting his mind to more practical work, like what supplies one might need to prepare against an incursion into a dragon's hunting grounds, as well as whatever defenses doubtlessly barred the path to the tomb itself.
A little flabbergasted at Duradin's candour, Tom stands and bows flamboyantly,"By your leave, your Majesty. Be assured that no stone will be left un-turned, no dragon left un-slain, all measures shall be taken to retrieve your precious heirloom hence with!"
Duradin pauses out of earshot of the council chamber to reply to Ash. "Too bad about them. Clearly they weren't dwarves." He mutters, stopping himself from going further as his eyes lower to the ground, arms crossing. "Look, fair enough. I had been under the impression that this would be a completely internal affair, without any outsiders. King Cordio clearly has a different future in mind, and only one of us has the wisdom of rulership. I trust his judgement - don't disappoint. I promise to keep my tongue more civil, if you like. We've all our own histories to account for, and ours are as long as any. But now we have a mission, or in your case, a commission. Let's not burden each other with pointless tales while the task is yet at hand - stories are for the hearth of the feasthall. You do your job, and I'll do mine. Sound good?"
Tegid takes his leave of the King, " with your permission, Lord. I also assume that we can collect a map when we collect our provisions." Very simply and matter of fact. Tegid nearly rolls his eyes at the flamboyance of Tom, but manages to restrain himself and maintain some decorum. He thinks to himself " Elves and a dwarf working together - I'm not sure I've heard of it before, hopefully I can stay out of the middle of anything. Might be difficult."
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Ava turns towards Duradin. Shaking her head, she tells him, "We are to work together. And clearly, your lord thought you needed help from us." As she strides from the hall following her new friends, she reaches her mind out towards Duradin. In his mind he hears, "You should also learn to mind your manners around those you don't know."
She skips over towards Tom, and Tegid, "So a map and soon an adventure. I am excited to see what you can do. Oh, incase you hadn't noticed, my specialties are spells and using my mind. What about you guys?"
Vor grins a bit impetuously at the king, manages a halfway decent blush and follows the others out. “So, we bes goin’ dragon huntin’, reds ‘n whites ‘n possibly a chromo ‘r two thrown in, bes we malin’ a yarn fer the bards.” He shakes his head, “Hopes yon q’artermester ‘as gots some stuff wid a punch, cuz wes gonna bes needin’ it me thinks.”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
She skips over towards Tom, and Tegid, "So a map and soon an adventure. I am excited to see what you can do. Oh, incase you hadn't noticed, my specialties are spells and using my mind. What about you guys?"
Tom chuckles,"Well, you mean aside from my charming personality and winning smile?"His face turns serious, "In truth I am a trained Paladin of Corellon, with all manner of weapon expertise. Trust me, you need not fear any evil with me at your side."He cracks a smile,"Oh, and I also have an ever increasing knowledge of the regional drinks and cuisine!"
Ash nods at Duradin. " I wouldn't have it any other way."
He will take a horse clearly uneasy about the beast but making the best of it. Rations also but once again he will inspect them to be sure they are suitable.
If anyone (Tom) wants to buy ale for the journey, it's 3 gp a barrel.
Tom will most certainly purchase a barrel - 'for the journey'. He thanks the Brewmaster emphatically before leaving and bids that he"puts somebarrels aside for his return."
Ava turns towards Duradin. Shaking her head, she tells him, "We are to work together. And clearly, your lord thought you needed help from us." As she strides from the hall following her new friends, she reaches her mind out towards Duradin. In his mind he hears, "You should also learn to mind your manners around those you don't know."
She skips over towards Tom, and Tegid, "So a map and soon an adventure. I am excited to see what you can do. Oh, incase you hadn't noticed, my specialties are spells and using my mind. What about you guys?"
"Well, I am a simple druid, I have spent my life learning about the things of nature. I may come in handy finding supplies out in the wild. And this may help"
Tegid casts Druidcraft and a small puff of wind ruffles past them making their cloaks move slightly.
“Oi’s bes a scoundrel,” Vor says, with a bit of pride evident in his tone. “Sneaks ‘n things is me speshaltys, heh, heh, heh.” He looks at his horse dubiously, “Which one bes moine?”
Morisul took a moment to let everyone who wanted speak to their specialties before contributing. "I'm a student of arcane magic, the bow, the blade and the dance. Over the centuries, under the tutelage of our elders, I've blended these together into a cohesive whole: the elven secret sword magic. It's not really a secret of course, but the learning curve is significant. Apart from that, I've studied history and investigative techniques."
Morisul was pretty sure he was being made fun of but didn't care. "More like, gathering clues and figuring out how they fit together to unravel a mystery. Not interrogation."
“Ah, you means sniffin’ around! Wes be good at that stuff, too. ‘Tween us twos wes be able t’ uncover mysteriously secret enigmas t’ a fair-thee-well. But, Oi still finds stickin’ a dagger up a feller’s nose is a perty good way t’ gits answers.”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Duradin bites back an acid response, and nods. "Let a message be sent ahead to give old Gorsef a warning. He'll have my head between his teeth before I could get a word in, otherwise. By your leave, my king." More a formality than a request, Duradin leaves the chamber, heading for the Royal Depots, with appropriate decorum, obviously still ruffled by the events but reconciling himself by putting his mind to more practical work, like what supplies one might need to prepare against an incursion into a dragon's hunting grounds, as well as whatever defenses doubtlessly barred the path to the tomb itself.
A little flabbergasted at Duradin's candour, Tom stands and bows flamboyantly, "By your leave, your Majesty. Be assured that no stone will be left un-turned, no dragon left un-slain, all measures shall be taken to retrieve your precious heirloom hence with!"
With that he also leaves the chamber.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Ash just bows to the King before following Duradin out.
" Not a big fan of non-dwarves are we, my friend ? You remind me of my people." He sakes his head. " And now they are all dead."
Duradin pauses out of earshot of the council chamber to reply to Ash. "Too bad about them. Clearly they weren't dwarves." He mutters, stopping himself from going further as his eyes lower to the ground, arms crossing. "Look, fair enough. I had been under the impression that this would be a completely internal affair, without any outsiders. King Cordio clearly has a different future in mind, and only one of us has the wisdom of rulership. I trust his judgement - don't disappoint. I promise to keep my tongue more civil, if you like. We've all our own histories to account for, and ours are as long as any. But now we have a mission, or in your case, a commission. Let's not burden each other with pointless tales while the task is yet at hand - stories are for the hearth of the feasthall. You do your job, and I'll do mine. Sound good?"
Tegid takes his leave of the King, " with your permission, Lord. I also assume that we can collect a map when we collect our provisions." Very simply and matter of fact. Tegid nearly rolls his eyes at the flamboyance of Tom, but manages to restrain himself and maintain some decorum. He thinks to himself " Elves and a dwarf working together - I'm not sure I've heard of it before, hopefully I can stay out of the middle of anything. Might be difficult."
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Ava turns towards Duradin. Shaking her head, she tells him, "We are to work together. And clearly, your lord thought you needed help from us." As she strides from the hall following her new friends, she reaches her mind out towards Duradin. In his mind he hears, "You should also learn to mind your manners around those you don't know."
She skips over towards Tom, and Tegid, "So a map and soon an adventure. I am excited to see what you can do. Oh, incase you hadn't noticed, my specialties are spells and using my mind. What about you guys?"
Vor grins a bit impetuously at the king, manages a halfway decent blush and follows the others out.
“So, we bes goin’ dragon huntin’, reds ‘n whites ‘n possibly a chromo ‘r two thrown in, bes we malin’ a yarn fer the bards.” He shakes his head, “Hopes yon q’artermester ‘as gots some stuff wid a punch, cuz wes gonna bes needin’ it me thinks.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Tom chuckles, "Well, you mean aside from my charming personality and winning smile?" His face turns serious, "In truth I am a trained Paladin of Corellon, with all manner of weapon expertise. Trust me, you need not fear any evil with me at your side." He cracks a smile, "Oh, and I also have an ever increasing knowledge of the regional drinks and cuisine!"
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
You each receive a riding horse to borrow, as well as 10 days of rations. If anyone (Tom) wants to buy ale for the journey, it's 3 gp a barrel.
Ash nods at Duradin. " I wouldn't have it any other way."
He will take a horse clearly uneasy about the beast but making the best of it. Rations also but once again he will inspect them to be sure they are suitable.
Tom will most certainly purchase a barrel - 'for the journey'. He thanks the Brewmaster emphatically before leaving and bids that he "puts some barrels aside for his return."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"Well, I am a simple druid, I have spent my life learning about the things of nature. I may come in handy finding supplies out in the wild. And this may help"
Tegid casts Druidcraft and a small puff of wind ruffles past them making their cloaks move slightly.
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
“Oi’s bes a scoundrel,” Vor says, with a bit of pride evident in his tone. “Sneaks ‘n things is me speshaltys, heh, heh, heh.” He looks at his horse dubiously, “Which one bes moine?”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Morisul took a moment to let everyone who wanted speak to their specialties before contributing. "I'm a student of arcane magic, the bow, the blade and the dance. Over the centuries, under the tutelage of our elders, I've blended these together into a cohesive whole: the elven secret sword magic. It's not really a secret of course, but the learning curve is significant. Apart from that, I've studied history and investigative techniques."
“Investikatves tekneeks?” Vor seems curious. “Bes that loik stickin’ a dagger up a body’s nose ‘n sayin’ ‘Ye bes telling’ th’ truth now, hear’?”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Morisul was pretty sure he was being made fun of but didn't care. "More like, gathering clues and figuring out how they fit together to unravel a mystery. Not interrogation."
“Ah, you means sniffin’ around! Wes be good at that stuff, too. ‘Tween us twos wes be able t’ uncover mysteriously secret enigmas t’ a fair-thee-well. But, Oi still finds stickin’ a dagger up a feller’s nose is a perty good way t’ gits answers.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Well then, with introductions out of the way, shall we be off?" Ava says cheerfully.
Tom smiles at Ava, rolling his eyes at the others, "Well said... best not to linger too long, eh?" He bows deeply, "By all means Ava, after you."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Duradin leads the party out of the city, equipped with rations, weapons, and a sense of purpose?