Roxaria’s stomach overrules her patience. The food just smells too good. She does her best to quietly get out of bed and get some clothes on. Eline looked like she was enjoying her fluffy pillows and warm blankets.
Roxaria heads downstairs and sees Trem at the large table they occupied last night. She quietly acknowledges him with a nod and sits on the opposite side if the table. She places an order of whatever is smelling so good.
Rox pulls a white ribbon from her pocket and hastily ties her cerulean hair up in a ponytail.
”Sleep well last night?” She smiles gently, knowingly of elven “sleep habits”
Arl will look at Trem and Roxaria "Well I see you are working for Elro, so breakfast will be free." He then walks into the kitchen and gives Sarisa a gentle back hug as he gathers breakfast plates.
"Today we have fish porridge with the fruit preserves and fresh milk"He places down the meal on the table shared by Trem and Roxaria.
Vauthok had unsurprisingly drank the majority of the night away while sitting on the front steps of the tavern and occasionally wondering around the nearby buildings of Palebank village. The Glassblades who had been stuck with late night patrol duty didn’t find the drunken giant singing unintelligible ballads very amusing and did their best to escort him back to the Jolly Dwarf without getting smashed. A stern warning and a violent kick to the shin by a armor-clad young dwarf convinced the Goliath it was time for a nap. Opting not to even gamble with climbing the stairs to his room, Vauthok passed out in the corner closest to the hearth and promptly began snoring.
The aroma of cooking food roused the barbarian from his slumber with a low moan. “Mead head..” He complained quietly rubbing his forehead. After taking several minutes to gather his wits Vauthok stood and stretched his stiff limbs. Spotting the two elves already seated across the room Vauthok moved over to them and slowly took his place at the table. “G’morning..” He mumbled before placing his forehead against the hard surface of the table and closed his eyes once more. Food and then conversation, in that order. It was a must.
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Trem answers Roxaria's nod with one of his own. Je is slightly shocked by her question. Could she know? No... no, of course not! And gives Roxaria a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
Roxaria hesitates as the fish porridge is set before her, “Smells better than it looks. I was not expecting this.” She scoops up some of the porridge and the corners of her lips turn up in a rather pleasant surprise, “Ok, it tastes as good as it smells. Did not expect that.”
The small statured elven woman dabs at the corners of her mouth and sets her spoon down, placing her arms on the table, leaning over to look at Trem, “I was thinking more about where we should go early this morning. Part of me wants to report to Elro about Tulgi’s unscrupulous actions and turn in the dagger relic as evidence. I’m not sure he is aware of her thievery. For example, remember that Elro wanted us to do a welfare check on her because she brushed him off and refused to see him?.”
She pauses, reflecting. “Though, I do think maybe Pelc Curiosities or Croak Cavern to retrieve those stolen relics might be better. Reginald seems to have a knack for getting information from them. Maybe more clues will become known to us if he looks over those other relics. I think you’re right, we should maybe visit Pelc Curiousities.”
Roxaria must have missed the slumbering Goliath somehow near the hearth. She smiles as Vauthok joins them at the table. “How was… the floor? Did you not retire to a room and bed last night? That doesn’t look very comfortable!”
She scoots out of her chair and moves a bowl of fish porridge towards Vauthok and places a plate of fruits in front of him. She gingerly lays a hand on his massive shoulder, “Here you go, big guy. Some food will help clear your head.”
Roxaria returns to her seat fixing a plate of fruits for herself. She takes a bite out of an apple and swallows it before speaking, “Trem and I were just discussing where to go. I think maybe Pelc Curiosities. Thoughts, Vauthok?”
The good thing about Pelc's is that we don't have to travel through that damned cold! And we might just save some locals from touching possibly cursed relics. If we really have to go to Croak Carvern, maybe we could ask Elro for some aid?
Roxaria tilts her head curiously, and in rhetorical fashion, “Ask Elro for aid? Aid for what? It’s just Tulgi’s sister! Hulil is probably hiding out because she knows she is a second-rate thief. I wouldn’t worry about a lone thief who is probably scared of getting caught, hiding in Croaking Cave.”
Kha rises after a rather peaceful sleep - the ale helping the orc easily find rest. He dons armor, which had been sloppily deposited on the floor near his bed, and begins his morning ritual prayers...
Kord, master of the storm, I know your might well, in torrents of rain and wind that tries to tear us from the lands. The summer showers are yours that bring life each year. Yours is also the windstorm and the cyclone. Each season’s storms are yours to guide. I pray to you, god of the lightning, god of the wild winds, grant to us your favor. Keep from us the terror of the storms, my Storm Lord.
The cleric rises from the floor and gathers the rest of his belongings. While doing so he notices the other bed appears untouched and he pace quickens, fearing something ill of Vauthok. His heavy steps can be heard coming down the hall and into the common room.
He gives a curious glance at the wood elf as he storms off, but continues on to the table. "Has anyone seen... Oh, there he is." Kha visibly relaxes."Though maybe you got lost in the snow... But by the looks of it, you got lost at the bottom of your tankard." The orc gives a throaty chuckle, then waves down Arl. "I'll have a plate when you can get to it."
Roxaria is taken aback by Trem’s outburst and tries to get out of her chair quickly; however, she is on the opposite side of the table and Trem has stormed out by the time she is able to get around to the other side. She blankly blinks at the door as it slams shut behind Trem. She looks to Vauthok and then to Kha as he makes his way downstairs, “Was it something I said?”
She bites her lower lip thinking that maybe she’s at fault here. Rox speaks out towards the door, knowing that nobody is really listening, “We can definitely go to Pelc’s first.” She returns to her chair and slumps into it, looking at Kha, “How much of that did you hear? Am I the baddie?”
Vauthok raised his head just enough to peer over at Roxaria, “No room... Stairs were a bit.... Steep?” His pale face splits with a grin as he listens to his own words. Vauthok Stormclimber scared of scaling a set of stairs. That dwarven stout really was strong. He’d have to get some more of it. The barbarian gives Arl a grateful nod and wastes no time digging into the food, doing his best to banish the fogginess in his head and the rumble of his stomach. It was hard to miss the obvious glee when Roxaria added to the load of food in front of him, taking the bowl of fish porridge to his lips and not setting the bowl down until the contents were drained.
After clearing his throat with a drink of water Vauthok looked at the two in front of him and considered their options. It didn’t take long for him to realize he didn’t have much of a preference. “I am the tip of the spear.. Just point it in the direction you want to go.” It was the truth. Vauthok wanted nothing to do with decisions. He paused chewing and arched a eyebrow at Trem’s outburst and watched the elf storm off, moving his gaze to Roxaria for just a moment but not making a comment. Lowlanders were weird.
“I got lost in the snow with my tankard, Kha.” Vauthok explains with a chuckle while scooting the chair next to him out for the orc to take a seat. “It was fun until that little dwarf kicked me in the leg..”
Reginald lies in his warm bed thinking to himself, "Do I really need to get up this morning" he stretches and hops out of bed, already knowing the answer. It was the same question he asked himself EVERY morning. But having grown up with early risers like his parents, it was a habit he couldn't break (and did not really want to). He checks is coat, cleaning any spots on it with a cantrip. Always important to look your best! Reginald notices one of the cuffs is starting to fray. "Hmmm... I really should work on that mending cantrip", he thinks to himself.
That brought back a memory of mild embarrassment about first spell he eagerly learned and mastered. Needless to say, it involved a neighbor's barn a nifty little spell called "Bonfire". Reginald then smiled broadly. "And yet", he thought to himself, "That spell has saved me more times than I can count just from its usefulness. I should never regret learning it."
"That and the ability to have clean, warm, dry socks in this cold weather", says a little bit too loud to himself as he comes down the stairs to join the others, warming his socks with another cantrip.
He waves to Vauthok, Kha and Roxaria, then joins them for breakfast.
Arl brings breakfast to the the rest of the party members, when they come down for breakfast. He looks at Trem storming out with a puzzled look, before returning to the kitchen.
Kha shrugs. "I didn't catch much. All I heard is him telling you to get yourself killed, or something like that... Which seems pretty rude to me."He gives Arl a nod and begins to dig into his meal. "So we going to check out this shop where that Tulgi sold all the relics to?" A bit of the porridge dribbles down the orc's chin.
Turning to Kha, “Pelc’s Curiosity, yes. Trem has some concern about going to Croaking Cave. He wants to speak with Elro first. I see his point…now. We can turn in this relic as evidence to Elro and Trem can ask some questions about the Cave.” Roxaria continues to look at the door where Trem stormed out. Her concentration is broken when Reginald comes downstairs. “Good morning, Reginald. We are going to visit Pelc’s Curiousty this morning.” she pauses a moment, “Trem is already on his way there. Eline is still sleeping. She is enjoying those fluffy pillows and is very much still asleep. I’ll give her a bit more time before waking her up.”
Roxaria turns to Vauthok, “Did I miss something? A dwarf kicked you? What happened?” She scoots her chair back to look at the Goliath’s leg. “You alright?”
Roxaria’s stomach overrules her patience. The food just smells too good. She does her best to quietly get out of bed and get some clothes on. Eline looked like she was enjoying her fluffy pillows and warm blankets.
Roxaria heads downstairs and sees Trem at the large table they occupied last night. She quietly acknowledges him with a nod and sits on the opposite side if the table. She places an order of whatever is smelling so good.
Rox pulls a white ribbon from her pocket and hastily ties her cerulean hair up in a ponytail.
”Sleep well last night?” She smiles gently, knowingly of elven “sleep habits”
Arl will look at Trem and Roxaria "Well I see you are working for Elro, so breakfast will be free." He then walks into the kitchen and gives Sarisa a gentle back hug as he gathers breakfast plates.
"Today we have fish porridge with the fruit preserves and fresh milk" He places down the meal on the table shared by Trem and Roxaria.
Vauthok had unsurprisingly drank the majority of the night away while sitting on the front steps of the tavern and occasionally wondering around the nearby buildings of Palebank village. The Glassblades who had been stuck with late night patrol duty didn’t find the drunken giant singing unintelligible ballads very amusing and did their best to escort him back to the Jolly Dwarf without getting smashed. A stern warning and a violent kick to the shin by a armor-clad young dwarf convinced the Goliath it was time for a nap. Opting not to even gamble with climbing the stairs to his room, Vauthok passed out in the corner closest to the hearth and promptly began snoring.
The aroma of cooking food roused the barbarian from his slumber with a low moan. “Mead head..” He complained quietly rubbing his forehead. After taking several minutes to gather his wits Vauthok stood and stretched his stiff limbs. Spotting the two elves already seated across the room Vauthok moved over to them and slowly took his place at the table. “G’morning..” He mumbled before placing his forehead against the hard surface of the table and closed his eyes once more. Food and then conversation, in that order. It was a must.
Trem answers Roxaria's nod with one of his own. Je is slightly shocked by her question. Could she know? No... no, of course not! And gives Roxaria a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
Never better, haha! And you?
Deception check: 5
Trem is glad Vauthok joins the party.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
With and amused grin, Arl places another serving of breakfast, in front of Vauthok.
Roxaria hesitates as the fish porridge is set before her, “Smells better than it looks. I was not expecting this.” She scoops up some of the porridge and the corners of her lips turn up in a rather pleasant surprise, “Ok, it tastes as good as it smells. Did not expect that.”
The small statured elven woman dabs at the corners of her mouth and sets her spoon down, placing her arms on the table, leaning over to look at Trem, “I was thinking more about where we should go early this morning. Part of me wants to report to Elro about Tulgi’s unscrupulous actions and turn in the dagger relic as evidence. I’m not sure he is aware of her thievery. For example, remember that Elro wanted us to do a welfare check on her because she brushed him off and refused to see him?.”
She pauses, reflecting. “Though, I do think maybe Pelc Curiosities or Croak Cavern to retrieve those stolen relics might be better. Reginald seems to have a knack for getting information from them. Maybe more clues will become known to us if he looks over those other relics. I think you’re right, we should maybe visit Pelc Curiousities.”
Roxaria must have missed the slumbering Goliath somehow near the hearth. She smiles as Vauthok joins them at the table. “How was… the floor? Did you not retire to a room and bed last night? That doesn’t look very comfortable!”
She scoots out of her chair and moves a bowl of fish porridge towards Vauthok and places a plate of fruits in front of him. She gingerly lays a hand on his massive shoulder, “Here you go, big guy. Some food will help clear your head.”
Roxaria returns to her seat fixing a plate of fruits for herself. She takes a bite out of an apple and swallows it before speaking, “Trem and I were just discussing where to go. I think maybe Pelc Curiosities. Thoughts, Vauthok?”
The good thing about Pelc's is that we don't have to travel through that damned cold! And we might just save some locals from touching possibly cursed relics. If we really have to go to Croak Carvern, maybe we could ask Elro for some aid?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria tilts her head curiously, and in rhetorical fashion, “Ask Elro for aid? Aid for what? It’s just Tulgi’s sister! Hulil is probably hiding out because she knows she is a second-rate thief. I wouldn’t worry about a lone thief who is probably scared of getting caught, hiding in Croaking Cave.”
Maybe a warm cloak? Directions? Tell us what we may encounter along the way? You know what? Go get yourself killed! I' ll be at Pelc's!
Trem storms off. He doesn't look back and ignores everything that's being said. Outside he doesn't walk to Pelc's place but to Tulgi's dwelling.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Kha rises after a rather peaceful sleep - the ale helping the orc easily find rest. He dons armor, which had been sloppily deposited on the floor near his bed, and begins his morning ritual prayers...
Kord, master of the storm, I know your might well, in torrents of rain and wind that tries to tear us from the lands.
The summer showers are yours that bring life each year. Yours is also the windstorm and the cyclone.
Each season’s storms are yours to guide. I pray to you, god of the lightning, god of the wild winds, grant to us your favor.
Keep from us the terror of the storms, my Storm Lord.
The cleric rises from the floor and gathers the rest of his belongings. While doing so he notices the other bed appears untouched and he pace quickens, fearing something ill of Vauthok. His heavy steps can be heard coming down the hall and into the common room.
He gives a curious glance at the wood elf as he storms off, but continues on to the table. "Has anyone seen... Oh, there he is." Kha visibly relaxes. "Though maybe you got lost in the snow... But by the looks of it, you got lost at the bottom of your tankard." The orc gives a throaty chuckle, then waves down Arl. "I'll have a plate when you can get to it."
Roxaria is taken aback by Trem’s outburst and tries to get out of her chair quickly; however, she is on the opposite side of the table and Trem has stormed out by the time she is able to get around to the other side. She blankly blinks at the door as it slams shut behind Trem. She looks to Vauthok and then to Kha as he makes his way downstairs, “Was it something I said?”
She bites her lower lip thinking that maybe she’s at fault here. Rox speaks out towards the door, knowing that nobody is really listening, “We can definitely go to Pelc’s first.” She returns to her chair and slumps into it, looking at Kha, “How much of that did you hear? Am I the baddie?”
Vauthok raised his head just enough to peer over at Roxaria, “No room... Stairs were a bit.... Steep?” His pale face splits with a grin as he listens to his own words. Vauthok Stormclimber scared of scaling a set of stairs. That dwarven stout really was strong. He’d have to get some more of it. The barbarian gives Arl a grateful nod and wastes no time digging into the food, doing his best to banish the fogginess in his head and the rumble of his stomach. It was hard to miss the obvious glee when Roxaria added to the load of food in front of him, taking the bowl of fish porridge to his lips and not setting the bowl down until the contents were drained.
After clearing his throat with a drink of water Vauthok looked at the two in front of him and considered their options. It didn’t take long for him to realize he didn’t have much of a preference. “I am the tip of the spear.. Just point it in the direction you want to go.” It was the truth. Vauthok wanted nothing to do with decisions. He paused chewing and arched a eyebrow at Trem’s outburst and watched the elf storm off, moving his gaze to Roxaria for just a moment but not making a comment. Lowlanders were weird.
“I got lost in the snow with my tankard, Kha.” Vauthok explains with a chuckle while scooting the chair next to him out for the orc to take a seat. “It was fun until that little dwarf kicked me in the leg..”
Reginald lies in his warm bed thinking to himself, "Do I really need to get up this morning" he stretches and hops out of bed, already knowing the answer. It was the same question he asked himself EVERY morning. But having grown up with early risers like his parents, it was a habit he couldn't break (and did not really want to). He checks is coat, cleaning any spots on it with a cantrip. Always important to look your best! Reginald notices one of the cuffs is starting to fray. "Hmmm... I really should work on that mending cantrip", he thinks to himself.
That brought back a memory of mild embarrassment about first spell he eagerly learned and mastered. Needless to say, it involved a neighbor's barn a nifty little spell called "Bonfire". Reginald then smiled broadly. "And yet", he thought to himself, "That spell has saved me more times than I can count just from its usefulness. I should never regret learning it."
"That and the ability to have clean, warm, dry socks in this cold weather", says a little bit too loud to himself as he comes down the stairs to join the others, warming his socks with another cantrip.
He waves to Vauthok, Kha and Roxaria, then joins them for breakfast.
Cats go Moo!
Arl brings breakfast to the the rest of the party members, when they come down for breakfast. He looks at Trem storming out with a puzzled look, before returning to the kitchen.
Kha shrugs. "I didn't catch much. All I heard is him telling you to get yourself killed, or something like that... Which seems pretty rude to me." He gives Arl a nod and begins to dig into his meal. "So we going to check out this shop where that Tulgi sold all the relics to?" A bit of the porridge dribbles down the orc's chin.
Trem arrives back at Tulgi's cabin. Only a thin column of smoke puffs out of her chimney and the windows are sill shuttered.
Turning to Kha, “Pelc’s Curiosity, yes. Trem has some concern about going to Croaking Cave. He wants to speak with Elro first. I see his point…now. We can turn in this relic as evidence to Elro and Trem can ask some questions about the Cave.” Roxaria continues to look at the door where Trem stormed out. Her concentration is broken when Reginald comes downstairs. “Good morning, Reginald. We are going to visit Pelc’s Curiousty this morning.” she pauses a moment, “Trem is already on his way there. Eline is still sleeping. She is enjoying those fluffy pillows and is very much still asleep. I’ll give her a bit more time before waking her up.”
Roxaria turns to Vauthok, “Did I miss something? A dwarf kicked you? What happened?” She scoots her chair back to look at the Goliath’s leg. “You alright?”
Trem knocks on the door of Tulgi's cabin.
Tulgi, it's me Trem! I'm here to return something that belongs to you!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Trem hears no answer from within.