Arutha, brought to notice his unconsious actions starts slightly and smiles, pulling his hand from the hilt. "Oh, no. Just looking to see if there is anyone I know around."

(rolls for perception)  12 "let me guess you had a tussle with one of them orcs"

"I hail from Cormyr," he says, watching the dice roll. You figure the brown-haired man is more than twenty summers old, but fewer than thirty. He wears clean leather clothing, worn from age. Kelten rolls 6. "Well, today is off to a fine start." He smiles, then tips his head toward the three dwarves in the group, Cath, Fen'r, and Gramdal. "My half-brother was a dwarf. Talented around a spit." He whistles. "Damn dwarf was born to roast boar." He kisses pinched fingers, throwing the blessing to the heavens. "The best chefs in the city threw bags of coin at him for his secrets. He never touched them." He turns away. "Knowledge can't be bought, he would say. Imagine, a dwarven poet?" He laughs heartily.

You notice the faces of Kelten's metal dice are etched with dwarven numerals. "Haven't seen him in years. I'm sure he heard the call of the mountain—as all dwarves do."

"Orcs? Can't say I've heard anything significant. You?"

OOC. So you know, I have a pile of index cards, minor encounters, which, when triggered are introduced to the adventure. Waiting in line sucks, even at Disneyland. So, to pass the time, you decided to test your luck against the bones. I like to reward characters, not for how frequently active they are at the Table, but for how engaged they are. One post per day might be your limit. Ten posts. Participation is what matters. I try my best to make sure that is said, and rewarded. Your DM, AdventureHalz.

"All i know bout them orcs is there language.  I picked it up while living in the swamp for some time."

This guy, Kelten, sure loves to talk. In Gramdal's experience, the talkers tend to blab on and on when there's something they want...something they're trying to find. 

Gramdal would like to make an insight check on this guy. See if he picks up anything.

Insight: 20

Norvalor would like to take a look round to see if anyone is being suspicious.

Rolling Perception: 7  

*This is me the player lol im not seeing shit XD*

"I know nothing beyond what I have said.  But this line of people tells me the country side is scared.  Too many seeking shelter in the city it seems to me, but I may be wrong.  Its been some time since I last visited the city.  Mayhaps the line is always like this these days."

Cath stands up to stretch his back and to take a look around.  Just short of 5 feet in height he can't see over the heads of pretty much anyone. 

"I'd like to see what is taking so long, this heat is gettin old."

<Investigation check to gauge mood of people in line, perhaps see what the wait is for>  16

*john bored out of his mind, can be seen fiddling with his pistol, pacing the ground back and forth wondering when the gate will open*  

Seeing everyone fiddling with their weapons. Norvalor puts his spear on his lap. 

After a few more rolls Arutha looked at the other players. "So any of you been in any wars before?"

*john's eyes lowered a little with sadness after hearing your question, he chose to avoid the question*

Norvalor just looks over at Arutha, and just stares for a few seconds and then turns away without saying anything.

Cath looks to Arutha with a keen look in his eye.

"Aye son, I have.  I've fought in the Spine of the World.  Been fighting orcs my whole life."

"Ey, war has been no stranger for me, it seems like it follows me where e'er I go" looking down at his hands, then shakes way his remorse. 

"My enemies have been varied and many, but war has been my business since I was old enough to hold a blade. I dream that one day people like me will no longer be needed." Arutha spoke that last part with a whistful look in his eye.

Xero_Larkspur, Gramdal, your keen Insight has served you well this day. You've picked up on something. Was it Kelten's lawful nature? The way he insisted the game be played fairly. Was it the friendly way he spoke about dwarves? Perhaps, too, the way you handle people—cautiously—he indeed is too friendly. You recall his dice. The iron mountains. They're dwarf-make. Why does he have them? Kelten, you know for certain, IS NOT misleading you, but he is withholding something. He looked away at the mention of his half-brother Ordin. Ordin. That name sounds familiar.

Davidmoverm2, The line of people into the Wyrm's Gate is long. The Flaming Fists John can see at the very front of the line are doing their best to hurry people through.

Paladin54, At the mention of orcs, a memory snaps clearly. Cath remembers: the Thundershields. Cousins of the Foehammers, four steps over. Small clan, known for their trinkets, like dice, and apparel, like belt buckles and buttons. Small items, but they packed quite a wallop. Dwarven clerics used them for spell storing.

SandyRibbons, Perhaps the remorse Fen'r feels is echoed in the longing you see in Kelten's eyes. He misses his half-brother.

Benmasque, That dream Arutha has is shared by some of the people in line. Though no one turns to regard you, the shift in their stance signals agreement.

OCC. Before we proceed. KUDOS to all! Round of applause. Great RP. You are awarded 25 XP for a job well done. Continue.

Cath looks to Kelton.  "May chance I have a look at those dice?  They seem a fine dwarven make."

Gramdal strokes his beard as he tries to wrap he mind around the name...Ordin....hmmm. He will attempt to see if he recalls anything he’s read or heard regarding the name.

History Check: 13