Dornin wakes to the smell of food over the fire, seeing that Kallith and Chandle are already up, he presumes that he has overslept and immediately gets up and starts getting ready for the journey ahead. "I could get used to this" He says while nibbling on the venison and watching the sun peek over the hills.
"You both are correct" says Dornin as he pulls the last strap on his bag tight "However, theIbn Altair may know WHO we and are but not WHAT we are. Our gifts and abilities make us difficult targets. With Octo's tough hide, Chandle's stealth and bow skills, Kallith's animal shapes and my magic disguises, we are not an easy hunt. As long as we use our heads and prepare accordingly, I believe these assassins may find us more trouble than we're worth." As Dornin is going through this speech, he is shape-changing the entire time. Within moments, he makes himself look and sound exactly like Octo, Chandle then Kallith finishing off with turning back into himself. He swings his pack on to his back and looks at his friends with a smile "I am ready to go whenever you are"
Octo, apparently the last to wake, watches Dornin as he changes through his different appearances. “Impressive. Try not to do that around me in the midst of battle though, seeing myself in the middle of a rage, could be a bit disorienting to say the least!”
To Kallith he’ll add, “I would appreciate any help you can give with the ring, thank you. I look forward to giving Sparks” with that he looks at his axe “some magical strength!”
“As for this place, I’m still curious about the bricks in the wall downstairs and what maybe behind them. But if you all think this draws from the mission at hand, I will let my curiosity abate.”
Kallith inspects her own double as presented by Dornin. "My nose isn't that big."
As she takes the ring from Octo she says "Deal! Although I hope we'll be able to avoid bloodshed. Maybe the assassins can be driven back or made to see reason." The firbolg puts on a thinking face, as if considering this to be a problem that had a definite solution. Of course anyone could be convinced. Iallanis would see to it.
Also shouldering her pack, she departs with the group towards Oakhurst, looking out for the smallholding where Isbel was located.
As you head back into the hills and fields toward Oakhurst the Sun shines bright ad hard upon your backs. A wind has begun blowing off the Sword Coast to your West and a wall of angry black clouds are rolling in your direction. Still miles away the sheet of heavy rain can be seen falling below them. It will be several hours before they arrive, and hopefully have dumped their weight before arriving.
Oakhurst is a small farming village, several dozen families settled in the fertile valley of a local river, a tributary of the Neverwinter, keeping the land warm even through the winter. Several Inns and taverns cater to the miners and prospectors that roam the hills below Mount Hotenow. About a mile beyond the town, a small estate is nestled into the Oxbow of the river, its curving coastline and a small loose stone wall keeping the herd of cattle in the yards and paddocks. Several outbuildings are located about the ranch, devoted to the animals and the production of cheese from the dairy herd.
As you approach the smallholding a ranch hand, a stout Dwarf looks up from fixing the fence and watches with interest and a serious intent. He moves to ensure he catches you at the gates and not within the ranch itself. Several other Hands can be seen in the pastures attending to the beasts. A gaggle of young woman working close to the farm house, tilling and hoeing the large vegetable patch while chickens squawk and scratch about.
”Good day, friend. Best keep an eye out as weather is on its way.”
Chandle takes a long look at the handyman. Blushing a bit as he approaches the party. She does her best to brush off the bits of foliage from her clothing and adjusting her hair.
Kallith idly uses druidcraft on their approach to try and gauge if the stormy weather in the distance would eventually catch up to Oakhurst. In her hands, a small illusory preview of the weather plays out, depending on the answer. Regardless of the result, she happily goes around and shows everyone. Sun was good, rain was good, things were in balance as far as the druid was concerned.
Walking past the town, she greets any villagers that are in shouting range with a wave and a "have a good day!" The firbolg bows down occasionally to any small animal that comes across her way, such as cats, chickens, lizards and birds. Conversing with them using hands and feet, she inquires if any of them are hurt or need help. Pleas of food are answered with small strips of the deer or a nibble of dried fruit.
As Chandle greets the dwarf, Kallith is probably still occupied with doing that, off on the side, only paying partial attention.
“Halp ya sumthin folks?” He glances about to ensure it is just the four. “Lookin like ya be outta yer way it does” As he notices the Dwarf with Golden hair and blue eyes his demeanor changes. An uncomfortable stiffness enters his posture as he tries to stand taller, prouder. Tugging at his beard to tame the crazy stray hairs. His eyes now glued to her countenance, a faint blush brings color to sun drenched cheeks.
Dornin looks out to the sky seeing the dark clouds drifting to their direction. "Hmm, perhaps it's a good idea for us to find shelter until the storm passes. It would be nice to rest our feet and unlike Kallith, I prefer my clothes warm and dry." Dornin walks on the side of the road closest to the dwarven ranch hand and calls out after Chandle "Speaking of the storm coming in, which one of these establishments has the hottest meals and the coldest ales?"
Dornin also notices the blushing Chandle attempting to look more presentable. He has a light smirk on his face as he walks next to her. "Best keep an eye out as the weather is on it's way" He repeats back to her in a mocking yet friendly tone. "Is that seriously your idea of flirting Chandle?"
"Oh please, excuse my friend he has no idea what he's talking about." She smiles and imitates being hit on the head. "He may have gotten a bit rattled, but it would be nice to have shelter till the rains pass. If you could, recommend a nice cozy place we could share a drink or two?" At this point it is obvious Chandle hasn't been around many dwarven men in a while, she eyes him up and down unabashedly, big smile on her face.
The dwarf looks over your shoulder towards the incoming clouds. "Bah, shill split before gettin here, alwas does. If not fer the river we aint the wadder needed fer the cows." His grin is forced, an attempt to lighten things up, he is nervous but if it is just because of Chandle you cant tell.
"Oh, ah well if a rooms you be lookin fer, ya went a bit to far. Back up the hill in Oakhurst surin they have a place." He glances behind towards the house, then up at the Sun trying to gauge the time. He turns his full attention to Chandle with a twinkle in his eye, seemingly gaining confidence. "When the bizness in the house is wrapped up and the missus on her way, maybe I halp ya find yer room?" If there was anybody in your group but Chandle you wouldn't know it by the way the dwarf is acting. He suddenly blurts out "Assuik Grayhelm" Quickly becoming embarrassed by his poor attempt at formalities. Not at all dignified by Dwarven standards even if he was from a mountain clan. Even so he doesn't move, barring the gate to the ranch.
Kallith mumbles something about "Oi I like them dry just fine" in the background as a response to Dornin. The firbolg sets a bug back down on a stone and shuffles over. She starts to say something, then notices how the two dwarves are staring at each other.
"Uh."
Ducking back down, scooching over to Dornin, half-whispering. "Do you have that letter of introduction Ceridwen gave us? Who were we supposed to give that to again? It isn't the dwarf, right?"
Dornin's eyes go wide as Kallith reminds him why were here in the first place, almost embarrassed that for a few moments he forgot. He walks up to the dwarf and says "Well met Assuik, that offer is quite generous, thank you." He then leans in on the fence, making sure that when he speaks no other field workers might hear. "Assuik, my friends and I came here in search for somebody by the name of Bombataa" Dornin discreetly places a noble(Gold Piece) atop the fence post. "If you were to help us, we could make it worth your while"
Assuik looks to Dornin, severe annoyance at being interrupted, forced to look away from the sun kissed goddess before him. At first it appears he will just ignore you, turning back to Chandle but then he replies to your question, confusion and curiosity taking over. "My offer, I don't understa... oh, ah I see, well now no that was for the lady" Nodding towards Chandle.
Looking back at Dornin like it was a severe inconvience, the most difficult thing to accomplish, “Why would you want Bombaata, unless you were here for the Lady Isbiel?” scowling at the lot of you. “He should be out any minute now…” he looks back at the house, a touch of concern clouding his features, he turns back to you. “With a troupe of Wintershields, if you are up to no good, its best you state yourself or leave now.”
"We're up to the opposite of no good!" Kallith proclaims, trying to position herself within the dwarfs narrow field of vision, which was difficult because most of it was lower down and also taken over by Chandle.
"Bombataa, that was the name! Yeah, we would like to talk to him. Isbiel is the reason we came here..." Kallith mumbles around a bit and trails off, remembering the delicacy of the mission and the warning they recieved about subterfuge. And she wasn't sure that the dwarf truly listened to what she was saying.
The firbolg raises her hand to her forhead to keep the sun out, looking at the entrance of the manor. Troupe of wintershields? Sounded like Isbiel already enjoyed quite some protection.
“I’m definitely up to no good. But we are gonna want to speak with Bombataa the wintershields and Isbiel. Would you please announce us Assuik Greyhelm I like that Greyhelm a good name.” Chandle can’t help but think a false wintershield would be a clever assassin trick…
Assuik squirms a little at the poorly veiled innuendo from Chandle. "Sorry folks but I have no idea who you are, if introductions are needed they can occur here at the gates, as I said they should be out any minute"
"What is taking so long?" He grumbles to himself, again looking back at the manor. Everything appears peaceful upon the ranch. Hands are calling the cows towards the.milking shed. The ladies in the vegetable patch have begun harvesting for the dinner to come. Smoke rises from a building as the hearth is stoked.
The dwarf looks concerned, glances towards your group and the house, conflicted in his choice. Beneath his breath he says "something not right here" he turns to Chandle "I need you folks to wait here" before he turns and starts striding towards the manor.
Dornin sees the distressed look on the dwarfs' face, he knows that there's a serious problem. He speaks with his companions, "We can't let Isbiel slip through our fingers, we must move." Once Assuik is at a considerable distance, he stands as if he is about to go into a full sprint. "I suggest we cover the exits, Octo and I can to through the back, Chandle and Kallith the front. Meet in the middle and be ready for anything."
Kallith nervously tugs at her new ring and nods to Dornin. She lifts the shield away from her pack where she always carries it for comfort and straps it onto her arm. "Do you think our assassination group managed to infiltrate the manor?"
She will move with the others and take up position according to what Dornin suggested, trying not to look too imposing to the various farmhands milling about the place.
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Dornin wakes to the smell of food over the fire, seeing that Kallith and Chandle are already up, he presumes that he has overslept and immediately gets up and starts getting ready for the journey ahead. "I could get used to this" He says while nibbling on the venison and watching the sun peek over the hills.
"You both are correct" says Dornin as he pulls the last strap on his bag tight "However, the Ibn Altair may know WHO we and are but not WHAT we are. Our gifts and abilities make us difficult targets. With Octo's tough hide, Chandle's stealth and bow skills, Kallith's animal shapes and my magic disguises, we are not an easy hunt. As long as we use our heads and prepare accordingly, I believe these assassins may find us more trouble than we're worth." As Dornin is going through this speech, he is shape-changing the entire time. Within moments, he makes himself look and sound exactly like Octo, Chandle then Kallith finishing off with turning back into himself. He swings his pack on to his back and looks at his friends with a smile "I am ready to go whenever you are"
Octo, apparently the last to wake, watches Dornin as he changes through his different appearances. “Impressive. Try not to do that around me in the midst of battle though, seeing myself in the middle of a rage, could be a bit disorienting to say the least!”
To Kallith he’ll add, “I would appreciate any help you can give with the ring, thank you. I look forward to giving Sparks” with that he looks at his axe “some magical strength!”
“As for this place, I’m still curious about the bricks in the wall downstairs and what maybe behind them. But if you all think this draws from the mission at hand, I will let my curiosity abate.”
Kallith inspects her own double as presented by Dornin. "My nose isn't that big."
As she takes the ring from Octo she says "Deal! Although I hope we'll be able to avoid bloodshed. Maybe the assassins can be driven back or made to see reason." The firbolg puts on a thinking face, as if considering this to be a problem that had a definite solution. Of course anyone could be convinced. Iallanis would see to it.
Also shouldering her pack, she departs with the group towards Oakhurst, looking out for the smallholding where Isbel was located.
As you head back into the hills and fields toward Oakhurst the Sun shines bright ad hard upon your backs. A wind has begun blowing off the Sword Coast to your West and a wall of angry black clouds are rolling in your direction. Still miles away the sheet of heavy rain can be seen falling below them. It will be several hours before they arrive, and hopefully have dumped their weight before arriving.
Oakhurst is a small farming village, several dozen families settled in the fertile valley of a local river, a tributary of the Neverwinter, keeping the land warm even through the winter. Several Inns and taverns cater to the miners and prospectors that roam the hills below Mount Hotenow. About a mile beyond the town, a small estate is nestled into the Oxbow of the river, its curving coastline and a small loose stone wall keeping the herd of cattle in the yards and paddocks. Several outbuildings are located about the ranch, devoted to the animals and the production of cheese from the dairy herd.
As you approach the smallholding a ranch hand, a stout Dwarf looks up from fixing the fence and watches with interest and a serious intent. He moves to ensure he catches you at the gates and not within the ranch itself. Several other Hands can be seen in the pastures attending to the beasts. A gaggle of young woman working close to the farm house, tilling and hoeing the large vegetable patch while chickens squawk and scratch about.
Yes, 4 attuned items rather than 3.
”Good day, friend. Best keep an eye out as weather is on its way.”
Chandle takes a long look at the handyman. Blushing a bit as he approaches the party. She does her best to brush off the bits of foliage from her clothing and adjusting her hair.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Kallith idly uses druidcraft on their approach to try and gauge if the stormy weather in the distance would eventually catch up to Oakhurst. In her hands, a small illusory preview of the weather plays out, depending on the answer. Regardless of the result, she happily goes around and shows everyone. Sun was good, rain was good, things were in balance as far as the druid was concerned.
Walking past the town, she greets any villagers that are in shouting range with a wave and a "have a good day!" The firbolg bows down occasionally to any small animal that comes across her way, such as cats, chickens, lizards and birds. Conversing with them using hands and feet, she inquires if any of them are hurt or need help. Pleas of food are answered with small strips of the deer or a nibble of dried fruit.
As Chandle greets the dwarf, Kallith is probably still occupied with doing that, off on the side, only paying partial attention.
Octo will hang back a bit, looking as 'normal' as he can in this setting.
“Halp ya sumthin folks?” He glances about to ensure it is just the four. “Lookin like ya be outta yer way it does” As he notices the Dwarf with Golden hair and blue eyes his demeanor changes. An uncomfortable stiffness enters his posture as he tries to stand taller, prouder. Tugging at his beard to tame the crazy stray hairs. His eyes now glued to her countenance, a faint blush brings color to sun drenched cheeks.
Dornin looks out to the sky seeing the dark clouds drifting to their direction. "Hmm, perhaps it's a good idea for us to find shelter until the storm passes. It would be nice to rest our feet and unlike Kallith, I prefer my clothes warm and dry." Dornin walks on the side of the road closest to the dwarven ranch hand and calls out after Chandle "Speaking of the storm coming in, which one of these establishments has the hottest meals and the coldest ales?"
Dornin also notices the blushing Chandle attempting to look more presentable. He has a light smirk on his face as he walks next to her. "Best keep an eye out as the weather is on it's way" He repeats back to her in a mocking yet friendly tone. "Is that seriously your idea of flirting Chandle?"
"Oh please, excuse my friend he has no idea what he's talking about." She smiles and imitates being hit on the head. "He may have gotten a bit rattled, but it would be nice to have shelter till the rains pass. If you could, recommend a nice cozy place we could share a drink or two?" At this point it is obvious Chandle hasn't been around many dwarven men in a while, she eyes him up and down unabashedly, big smile on her face.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
The dwarf looks over your shoulder towards the incoming clouds. "Bah, shill split before gettin here, alwas does. If not fer the river we aint the wadder needed fer the cows." His grin is forced, an attempt to lighten things up, he is nervous but if it is just because of Chandle you cant tell.
"Oh, ah well if a rooms you be lookin fer, ya went a bit to far. Back up the hill in Oakhurst surin they have a place." He glances behind towards the house, then up at the Sun trying to gauge the time. He turns his full attention to Chandle with a twinkle in his eye, seemingly gaining confidence. "When the bizness in the house is wrapped up and the missus on her way, maybe I halp ya find yer room?" If there was anybody in your group but Chandle you wouldn't know it by the way the dwarf is acting. He suddenly blurts out "Assuik Grayhelm" Quickly becoming embarrassed by his poor attempt at formalities. Not at all dignified by Dwarven standards even if he was from a mountain clan. Even so he doesn't move, barring the gate to the ranch.
Kallith mumbles something about "Oi I like them dry just fine" in the background as a response to Dornin. The firbolg sets a bug back down on a stone and shuffles over. She starts to say something, then notices how the two dwarves are staring at each other.
"Uh."
Ducking back down, scooching over to Dornin, half-whispering. "Do you have that letter of introduction Ceridwen gave us? Who were we supposed to give that to again? It isn't the dwarf, right?"
Dornin's eyes go wide as Kallith reminds him why were here in the first place, almost embarrassed that for a few moments he forgot. He walks up to the dwarf and says "Well met Assuik, that offer is quite generous, thank you." He then leans in on the fence, making sure that when he speaks no other field workers might hear. "Assuik, my friends and I came here in search for somebody by the name of Bombataa" Dornin discreetly places a noble(Gold Piece) atop the fence post. "If you were to help us, we could make it worth your while"
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Octo is going to roll to see if he even understand what is happening with the dwarves. I'm giving myself 15 to even know.
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Assuik looks to Dornin, severe annoyance at being interrupted, forced to look away from the sun kissed goddess before him. At first it appears he will just ignore you, turning back to Chandle but then he replies to your question, confusion and curiosity taking over. "My offer, I don't understa... oh, ah I see, well now no that was for the lady" Nodding towards Chandle.
Looking back at Dornin like it was a severe inconvience, the most difficult thing to accomplish, “Why would you want Bombaata, unless you were here for the Lady Isbiel?” scowling at the lot of you. “He should be out any minute now…” he looks back at the house, a touch of concern clouding his features, he turns back to you. “With a troupe of Wintershields, if you are up to no good, its best you state yourself or leave now.”
"We're up to the opposite of no good!" Kallith proclaims, trying to position herself within the dwarfs narrow field of vision, which was difficult because most of it was lower down and also taken over by Chandle.
"Bombataa, that was the name! Yeah, we would like to talk to him. Isbiel is the reason we came here..." Kallith mumbles around a bit and trails off, remembering the delicacy of the mission and the warning they recieved about subterfuge. And she wasn't sure that the dwarf truly listened to what she was saying.
The firbolg raises her hand to her forhead to keep the sun out, looking at the entrance of the manor. Troupe of wintershields? Sounded like Isbiel already enjoyed quite some protection.
“I’m definitely up to no good. But we are gonna want to speak with Bombataa the wintershields and Isbiel. Would you please announce us Assuik Greyhelm I like that Greyhelm a good name.” Chandle can’t help but think a false wintershield would be a clever assassin trick…
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Assuik squirms a little at the poorly veiled innuendo from Chandle. "Sorry folks but I have no idea who you are, if introductions are needed they can occur here at the gates, as I said they should be out any minute"
"What is taking so long?" He grumbles to himself, again looking back at the manor. Everything appears peaceful upon the ranch. Hands are calling the cows towards the.milking shed. The ladies in the vegetable patch have begun harvesting for the dinner to come. Smoke rises from a building as the hearth is stoked.
The dwarf looks concerned, glances towards your group and the house, conflicted in his choice. Beneath his breath he says "something not right here" he turns to Chandle "I need you folks to wait here" before he turns and starts striding towards the manor.
Dornin sees the distressed look on the dwarfs' face, he knows that there's a serious problem. He speaks with his companions, "We can't let Isbiel slip through our fingers, we must move." Once Assuik is at a considerable distance, he stands as if he is about to go into a full sprint. "I suggest we cover the exits, Octo and I can to through the back, Chandle and Kallith the front. Meet in the middle and be ready for anything."
Kallith nervously tugs at her new ring and nods to Dornin. She lifts the shield away from her pack where she always carries it for comfort and straps it onto her arm. "Do you think our assassination group managed to infiltrate the manor?"
She will move with the others and take up position according to what Dornin suggested, trying not to look too imposing to the various farmhands milling about the place.