Faera relaxes a bit once the anger seems to reside from the Commander and actually thanks them for what they did with the tower. She frowns, she wishes they could have done more. She wonders why the trap was set, whoever was the culprit, did they want less guards around?
She tucks the brooch back into her pack and heads off with the rest to meet Laurenz. She was very much looking forward to meeting him.
Ghurr hefts his glaive, bends down to scratch Hoppy's chin, who had managed to sneak into the commander's quarters after all and gets ready to go with Faera and Thurodim. As the groups separate he remembers some of his own power.
"If corporal is sick from poison or disease, tell me, Ghurr," Ghurr says adding his name in case they'd forgotten. He forgets names sometimes. "Can help."
He was surprised by the words of the commander. Most nobleman would consider to be too soon for any thanks, say that what they did was simply part of their newfound job. Maybe even nag that they didn’t manage to save the four dead guards. Not only that, but the man said they were all involved with strange occurrences. Maybe I have been guarding the wrong folk, he said with the voice of his mind. Or the right ones, after all it was the involvement with these strange events that gave him a good paying job.
“Good luck, everyone.” He said to trio going to Market Square, before looking to his partners in potential healing. “The faster the better.” Then he leaves for the temple. “And what kind of material do you need, Heran?”
One could never have a healer too many. Getting the genasi well supplied could be the difference between life and death for the whole party. On the way to the sanctuary, Ilithir could not help but think that he wished Landgrave where more specific about the strange occurrences. Maybe this work won’t be so simple as the lieutenant made it sound at first. One could only hope they did walk into anything too big. At least the pay is good.
"We were just doing as you asked, Commander." Heran states. It wasn't like she had done much. She gives Ghurr a pat on the arm-the shoulder too high to easily reach. "We'll give you a holler if that's the case, buddy."
She follows after Ilithir. Her eyes narrow, head turning slightly as if someone was speaking to her over the shoulder. "Um... general supplies should be good. A healer's kit should be enough, if the Temple has some poultices and that sorta stuff. They usually have that sorta thing there, right?"
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"So, Ghurr, Faera, why have you come to Fort Imma?" Thurodim starts a bit awkwardly as he starts making his way towards the Market Square. Mala was usually the one doing the talking but he had noticed how tension often lessened after some talk, and he wanted to get along with his new teammates, hoped they would see past ferocious temper.
Ghurr walks along, keeping an eye out for Hoppy, who enjoys hiding behind barrels before leaping out on the bugbear. He stops for a moment when Thurodim breaks the silence and asks why Ghurr is in Fort Imma. He tries organizing his thoughts and then trots quickly to catch up.
"There is lots of bad out there trying to stop the light," Ghurr says. "Though there is much light in towns. That seems to be where its easiest to turn off."
He walks along quietly for a moment before adding. "When big like Ghurr and like Thurodim you have to help the small, like Hoppy."
Ghurr catches sight of Hoppy leaping from behind a stack of cart wheels at the last second. The cat pounces on the bugbear's calf. He reaches down and scratches Hoppy's chin.
"If big and don't help the small then you're not guarding the light. You're turning it off."
Ghurr seems happy with his answer but he's not sure if the others understood. He watches Thurodim and Faera a moment to see if they look confused like some do when they talk to Ghurr.
Thurodim nods in silent agreement with the lumbering bugbear. He wasn't quite sure about the light thing but he assumed it had to do with doing good deeds or something, like helping the weak. Helping the weak was the only thing Thurodim felt he was fairly good at, and it made him feel good inside too. "I left my former crew, didn't agree with the new captain and now I'm just waiting to find a new crew to join." He says, glancing out to sea as the ships arrived and departed, their broad white sails proudly catching the wind. "But I'm no no hurry, looking forward to work with you two now." He says, looking between Ghurr and Faera. The half-orc allowed himself a small smile. He liked their company already.
Faera looks to the two giants next to her. She was pretty small, even for an elf and being escorted by these two was an interesting feeling. She was used to being on her own ever since leaving school. As the two start talking about why they are here, it makes her smile. Most that would run into a bugbear and a half-orc would assume the worst of these two.
"I like your talk of the light, its a good way of looking at things. And Thurdim, I'm sorry you had to lose your crew, that had to be hard though impressive that you stuck to what you believe in." She pauses a bit, enjoying the walk with the two.
"Honestly I graduated from school not too long ago,"she looks down feeling a bit sheepish seeing that these two seemed a bit more seasoned then her, but then strengthened her reserve, "But I was in school for a very long time trying to learn everything I could. I suppose I am here to see how my new skills can help the town of Fort Imma." She looks up at the two with a smile and a bit of a shrug as they continue their way.
"Are you a healer then Heran?" Mala asks as they make their way to the Temple of Valkur. "I mean, you said you were not 'certified'. An odd comment," she tries to say it in a non-accusatory way, more curiosity.
"School?"Thurodim says a bit confounded. To the half-orc, going to school was a bit exotic and he hadn't met many people who ever did. "You've been to school and chose this? I mean I'm very glad you're here with us but perhaps your parents wished for something else?" He continues in his rumbling voice, scratching his black beard. "So where in the world are you two from then?" He continues as they near the Market Square.
Ghurr lets out a loud laugh when Thurodim mentions parents.
"My mum has the best gardens in Magnal Forest," Ghurr says proudly. "All the animals know her. They come and talk."
He looks at Thurodim and pats him on the shoulder.
"Lots of birds for you to talk to," Ghurr says the gets quiet for a moment before continuing. "Dad is so smart. Ghurr never that smart. My dad has big workshop with potions."
He looks all around as they walk.
"Need more trees here," Ghurr says. "Mum and Dad protect forest. Ghurr go out and protect rest. Bad goblins."
He stops and looks at both of them seriously.
"Have you met other bugbear?" Ghurr asks, then he lowers his voice. "Most not very nice. Mum said to avoid them."
Heran tugs at her cloak, looking around as they walk. "Not really? I mean, I can tell you what frostbite looks like any day. But... I've got a bit of knowledge on the subject right now. Might as well use it if I can, right? Being able use magic healing's pretty impressive though. Even if it's just little berries."
In case Mala feels like doing insight at any point, will roll Deception: 14))
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Thurodim chuckled as Ghurr talked about the birds and that his dad was smart. Being smarter than Ghurr didn't really say a lot, but Ghurr was kind, a massively underappreciated trait in the world, or so Thurodim thought. "I have actually." He answered the kind bugbear. "But I don't judge people by their appearance, as I hope people will not judge me by mine." He says with a weak smile, scratching his black beard again, glancing down at Faera.
"Alright then," Mala says with a shrug. "Whatever knowledge you can bring to the group will be appreciated I'm sure." She still seems to give Heran a bit of a skeptical look but says no more on the subject as they travel along.
Faera smiles as Thurodim seems shocked at the schooling, and casting message, he hears "How else would I have learned to do this?" in his mind. She giggles a bit, enjoying her time with the two of them as they make their way.
"The best gardens in Magnal Forest? That sounds wonderful! I would love to see them sometime." As the bugbear stops and looks at the two of them seriously, she responds, "No, I have not. But as your Mum said, I have tried to avoid them for the most part as well. As for judging appearances? I try not to." she looks down a bit at this, not sure what to say.
"Deal, Ghurr will show you gardens some day. Thurodim too." Ghurr says. Then he looks around the street they're on. "Streets all look the same in cities. Where is this Laurenz?"
Thurodim flinches, and then blushes under his black beard as he hears the voice of Faera in his head. He realizes it is some kind of magic. Mala too knew magic but she didn't go to any school as far as he knew. But then there were old bearded men with staffs and big books, was Faera one of those? She certainly didn't remind him of an old bearded man with a staff. Oh well. He blushes again as Faera giggles but offers her an unsure smile.
"Thank you Ghurr, I will have to ask Mala." He says plainly to the Bugbears offer. "Laurenz is just over there." He adds, pointing across the Market square.
As Thurodim seems to be leading the way, let's see if he can remember where the Boutique is, or spot it as they walk around.
Thurodim please would you make either an INT check, and all three of that group please make a Perception check.
Healing Group, as your conversation continues you have walked back past the training yard yet again, and turned to follow the road on which you saw the cart carrying the bodies of the fallen guards trundle up earlier. Assuming one of you made your way to the Commander's House via the Low Gate earlier, before all this started, you will have passed a likely looking building, and you find yourselves outside it now. Built of the same stone as much of the rest of the old fort, but with a distinct curve to the roof which perhaps reminds you of the prow of a ship, above its large single door is a carving of a dark storm cloud, while the door carries the flaking yellow remains of what must have once been three jagged lightning bolts. Mala, of the three of you, your time at sea will have made the symbol of Valkur well known to you - demi-god of sailors, and safe passage on the ocean.
Faera relaxes a bit once the anger seems to reside from the Commander and actually thanks them for what they did with the tower. She frowns, she wishes they could have done more. She wonders why the trap was set, whoever was the culprit, did they want less guards around?
She tucks the brooch back into her pack and heads off with the rest to meet Laurenz. She was very much looking forward to meeting him.
Ghurr counts on each of his hands.
"Ilithir, Heran, Mala, three," Ghurr says then continues "Faera, Thurodim, Ghurr, three."
He smiles at the balance.
Ghurr hefts his glaive, bends down to scratch Hoppy's chin, who had managed to sneak into the commander's quarters after all and gets ready to go with Faera and Thurodim. As the groups separate he remembers some of his own power.
"If corporal is sick from poison or disease, tell me, Ghurr," Ghurr says adding his name in case they'd forgotten. He forgets names sometimes. "Can help."
He was surprised by the words of the commander. Most nobleman would consider to be too soon for any thanks, say that what they did was simply part of their newfound job. Maybe even nag that they didn’t manage to save the four dead guards. Not only that, but the man said they were all involved with strange occurrences. Maybe I have been guarding the wrong folk, he said with the voice of his mind. Or the right ones, after all it was the involvement with these strange events that gave him a good paying job.
“Good luck, everyone.” He said to trio going to Market Square, before looking to his partners in potential healing. “The faster the better.” Then he leaves for the temple. “And what kind of material do you need, Heran?”
One could never have a healer too many. Getting the genasi well supplied could be the difference between life and death for the whole party. On the way to the sanctuary, Ilithir could not help but think that he wished Landgrave where more specific about the strange occurrences. Maybe this work won’t be so simple as the lieutenant made it sound at first. One could only hope they did walk into anything too big. At least the pay is good.
"We were just doing as you asked, Commander." Heran states. It wasn't like she had done much. She gives Ghurr a pat on the arm-the shoulder too high to easily reach. "We'll give you a holler if that's the case, buddy."
She follows after Ilithir. Her eyes narrow, head turning slightly as if someone was speaking to her over the shoulder. "Um... general supplies should be good. A healer's kit should be enough, if the Temple has some poultices and that sorta stuff. They usually have that sorta thing there, right?"
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
"So, Ghurr, Faera, why have you come to Fort Imma?" Thurodim starts a bit awkwardly as he starts making his way towards the Market Square. Mala was usually the one doing the talking but he had noticed how tension often lessened after some talk, and he wanted to get along with his new teammates, hoped they would see past ferocious temper.
Ghurr walks along, keeping an eye out for Hoppy, who enjoys hiding behind barrels before leaping out on the bugbear. He stops for a moment when Thurodim breaks the silence and asks why Ghurr is in Fort Imma. He tries organizing his thoughts and then trots quickly to catch up.
"There is lots of bad out there trying to stop the light," Ghurr says. "Though there is much light in towns. That seems to be where its easiest to turn off."
He walks along quietly for a moment before adding. "When big like Ghurr and like Thurodim you have to help the small, like Hoppy."
Ghurr catches sight of Hoppy leaping from behind a stack of cart wheels at the last second. The cat pounces on the bugbear's calf. He reaches down and scratches Hoppy's chin.
"If big and don't help the small then you're not guarding the light. You're turning it off."
Ghurr seems happy with his answer but he's not sure if the others understood. He watches Thurodim and Faera a moment to see if they look confused like some do when they talk to Ghurr.
"Why you here?" Ghurr asks Thurodim.
Thurodim nods in silent agreement with the lumbering bugbear. He wasn't quite sure about the light thing but he assumed it had to do with doing good deeds or something, like helping the weak. Helping the weak was the only thing Thurodim felt he was fairly good at, and it made him feel good inside too. "I left my former crew, didn't agree with the new captain and now I'm just waiting to find a new crew to join." He says, glancing out to sea as the ships arrived and departed, their broad white sails proudly catching the wind. "But I'm no no hurry, looking forward to work with you two now." He says, looking between Ghurr and Faera. The half-orc allowed himself a small smile. He liked their company already.
Faera looks to the two giants next to her. She was pretty small, even for an elf and being escorted by these two was an interesting feeling. She was used to being on her own ever since leaving school. As the two start talking about why they are here, it makes her smile. Most that would run into a bugbear and a half-orc would assume the worst of these two.
"I like your talk of the light, its a good way of looking at things. And Thurdim, I'm sorry you had to lose your crew, that had to be hard though impressive that you stuck to what you believe in." She pauses a bit, enjoying the walk with the two.
"Honestly I graduated from school not too long ago," she looks down feeling a bit sheepish seeing that these two seemed a bit more seasoned then her, but then strengthened her reserve, "But I was in school for a very long time trying to learn everything I could. I suppose I am here to see how my new skills can help the town of Fort Imma." She looks up at the two with a smile and a bit of a shrug as they continue their way.
"Are you a healer then Heran?" Mala asks as they make their way to the Temple of Valkur. "I mean, you said you were not 'certified'. An odd comment," she tries to say it in a non-accusatory way, more curiosity.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"School?" Thurodim says a bit confounded. To the half-orc, going to school was a bit exotic and he hadn't met many people who ever did. "You've been to school and chose this? I mean I'm very glad you're here with us but perhaps your parents wished for something else?" He continues in his rumbling voice, scratching his black beard. "So where in the world are you two from then?" He continues as they near the Market Square.
Ghurr lets out a loud laugh when Thurodim mentions parents.
"My mum has the best gardens in Magnal Forest," Ghurr says proudly. "All the animals know her. They come and talk."
He looks at Thurodim and pats him on the shoulder.
"Lots of birds for you to talk to," Ghurr says the gets quiet for a moment before continuing. "Dad is so smart. Ghurr never that smart. My dad has big workshop with potions."
He looks all around as they walk.
"Need more trees here," Ghurr says. "Mum and Dad protect forest. Ghurr go out and protect rest. Bad goblins."
He stops and looks at both of them seriously.
"Have you met other bugbear?" Ghurr asks, then he lowers his voice. "Most not very nice. Mum said to avoid them."
Heran tugs at her cloak, looking around as they walk. "Not really? I mean, I can tell you what frostbite looks like any day. But... I've got a bit of knowledge on the subject right now. Might as well use it if I can, right? Being able use magic healing's pretty impressive though. Even if it's just little berries."
In case Mala feels like doing insight at any point, will roll Deception: 14))
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
Thurodim chuckled as Ghurr talked about the birds and that his dad was smart. Being smarter than Ghurr didn't really say a lot, but Ghurr was kind, a massively underappreciated trait in the world, or so Thurodim thought. "I have actually." He answered the kind bugbear. "But I don't judge people by their appearance, as I hope people will not judge me by mine." He says with a weak smile, scratching his black beard again, glancing down at Faera.
"Alright then," Mala says with a shrug. "Whatever knowledge you can bring to the group will be appreciated I'm sure." She still seems to give Heran a bit of a skeptical look but says no more on the subject as they travel along.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Faera smiles as Thurodim seems shocked at the schooling, and casting message, he hears "How else would I have learned to do this?" in his mind. She giggles a bit, enjoying her time with the two of them as they make their way.
"The best gardens in Magnal Forest? That sounds wonderful! I would love to see them sometime." As the bugbear stops and looks at the two of them seriously, she responds, "No, I have not. But as your Mum said, I have tried to avoid them for the most part as well. As for judging appearances? I try not to." she looks down a bit at this, not sure what to say.
Ghurr smiles down at Faera.
"Deal, Ghurr will show you gardens some day. Thurodim too." Ghurr says. Then he looks around the street they're on. "Streets all look the same in cities. Where is this Laurenz?"
Thurodim flinches, and then blushes under his black beard as he hears the voice of Faera in his head. He realizes it is some kind of magic. Mala too knew magic but she didn't go to any school as far as he knew. But then there were old bearded men with staffs and big books, was Faera one of those? She certainly didn't remind him of an old bearded man with a staff. Oh well. He blushes again as Faera giggles but offers her an unsure smile.
"Thank you Ghurr, I will have to ask Mala." He says plainly to the Bugbears offer. "Laurenz is just over there." He adds, pointing across the Market square.
As Thurodim seems to be leading the way, let's see if he can remember where the Boutique is, or spot it as they walk around.
Thurodim please would you make either an INT check, and all three of that group please make a Perception check.
Healing Group, as your conversation continues you have walked back past the training yard yet again, and turned to follow the road on which you saw the cart carrying the bodies of the fallen guards trundle up earlier. Assuming one of you made your way to the Commander's House via the Low Gate earlier, before all this started, you will have passed a likely looking building, and you find yourselves outside it now. Built of the same stone as much of the rest of the old fort, but with a distinct curve to the roof which perhaps reminds you of the prow of a ship, above its large single door is a carving of a dark storm cloud, while the door carries the flaking yellow remains of what must have once been three jagged lightning bolts. Mala, of the three of you, your time at sea will have made the symbol of Valkur well known to you - demi-god of sailors, and safe passage on the ocean.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thuridim is smart: 20 and perceptive: 11
(OOC: Sorry, thought Thurodim would know the way since he grew up here.)
Ghurr perception: 2