“A repository of knowledge like that must be preserved at all costs” Roland says with the most passion any of you have ever heard from him before. ”We must make haste and leave at once for Frostbricks“ he says as he turns towards Holth and whispers “Did I pronounce that correctly?”.
(I’m away for the weekend and will post when I can
Didros takes it all in “I was unaware I’d be killing and not guiding…I will help where I can but this seems irregular. If it comes down to it….i will do what i must”
"Roland, I assure you it is pronounced Frot-bix. And Didros, I understand you are usually guiding people through to other parts of Frot-Regnum, but it is necessary you deliver these three to Waerlden Hold." Rivel gets up from the table. She prepares to say her goodbyes.
Roland turns to Didros and says “I understand your apprehension to extinguish the life of a sentient being, but when needs must our personal inclinations and desires cannot stand in the way of the protection of knowledge. We will be damning future generations to a life of drudgery if we do not preserve the wisdom of our forebears”.
He places his leather bound notebook in a holster under his right arm opposite a much thicker, more ornate book which is holstered on the opposite side.
”Come comrades, let us ready ourselves and be away post haste.”
Holth goes upstairs to change out of his pajamas. "Hmm. She acted a bit strange... pronounced frostbricks like frot-bix. Im sure its nothing too out of the ordinary", he thinks to himself. It takes him less than 1 minute to change into his normal attire and gather all of his belongings, afterward he descends the staircase, ready to go.
Denagon feels that they are not being told everything...maybe..., but will remain silent until they are on the road. "Well, no reason not to leave immediately."
OOC: Burden, I'm assuming "Drain" is Denagon but your device applied autocorrect
"I bid you fair on the road to Frotbix. Good luck, and keep safe. Any last questions?" If none of you do have any last questions, Rivel will go upstairs to her room, otherwise she will answer them before leaving.
When Rivel leaves, Holth turns to Didros. "If we are heading to frostbricks, then I can help you navigate the path there. I was born there, so I should know the way around."
“Uhh you were born where? We are headed to Frostbix” Didros furrows his brow confused “Right well then let’s gather our things and leave. No sense loitering about them”
Roland stands in the foyer of the Inn with his backpack on his shoulders and the cinches along the front ties tied. "I agree we probably haven't been told everything. It may be worthwhile to review the information that is available in the ancient library to ensure it poses no risks or dangers before we turn it over to Rivel and the Xyrmyar Storm."
"I ensure you I have told you everything you should need to know." She walks upstairs to her room, carrying her satchel with her. I assume you leave the inn, but if there are any shops you'd like to look for before you leave for Frotbix, I can see what I can do.
"Very well. Admittedly I am not familiar with the area and have no idea how to make my way to Frostbricks from here. I will happily follow your, or Didros', lead." Roland waits patiently in the foyer of the Inn for the others. If no one else comes within a few minutes he will pull out his book and start reading again.
Didros heads outside to a cart he assumes is waiting for them. He’s used a cart before for Rivel’s jobs but this job seems to need a little more stealth….
By cart or on foot will be fine. I'm assuming you'll start on your way to Frotbix, so I'll do that now.
You walk (or ride) for a few hours, the path now getting surrounded by trees on both sides. Occasional woodchoppers' huts are spotted in the distance, and a familiarity seems to comfort Didros. May everyone roll a perception check?
“A repository of knowledge like that must be preserved at all costs” Roland says with the most passion any of you have ever heard from him before. ”We must make haste and leave at once for Frostbricks“ he says as he turns towards Holth and whispers “Did I pronounce that correctly?”.
(I’m away for the weekend and will post when I can
Didros takes it all in “I was unaware I’d be killing and not guiding…I will help where I can but this seems irregular. If it comes down to it….i will do what i must”
"Roland, I assure you it is pronounced Frot-bix. And Didros, I understand you are usually guiding people through to other parts of Frot-Regnum, but it is necessary you deliver these three to Waerlden Hold." Rivel gets up from the table. She prepares to say her goodbyes.
I'm just too goofy for this 😅
Didros nods “I will do what is asked”
Roland turns to Didros and says “I understand your apprehension to extinguish the life of a sentient being, but when needs must our personal inclinations and desires cannot stand in the way of the protection of knowledge. We will be damning future generations to a life of drudgery if we do not preserve the wisdom of our forebears”.
He places his leather bound notebook in a holster under his right arm opposite a much thicker, more ornate book which is holstered on the opposite side.
”Come comrades, let us ready ourselves and be away post haste.”
Holth goes upstairs to change out of his pajamas. "Hmm. She acted a bit strange... pronounced frostbricks like frot-bix. Im sure its nothing too out of the ordinary", he thinks to himself. It takes him less than 1 minute to change into his normal attire and gather all of his belongings, afterward he descends the staircase, ready to go.
Denagon:
Denagon feels that they are not being told everything...maybe..., but will remain silent until they are on the road. "Well, no reason not to leave immediately."
OOC: Burden, I'm assuming "Drain" is Denagon but your device applied autocorrect
"I bid you fair on the road to Frotbix. Good luck, and keep safe. Any last questions?" If none of you do have any last questions, Rivel will go upstairs to her room, otherwise she will answer them before leaving.
I'm just too goofy for this 😅
When Rivel leaves, Holth turns to Didros. "If we are heading to frostbricks, then I can help you navigate the path there. I was born there, so I should know the way around."
“Uhh you were born where? We are headed to Frostbix” Didros furrows his brow confused “Right well then let’s gather our things and leave. No sense loitering about them”
Denagon:
"I may have a mistrustful nature, but I feel we haven't been told everything. Regardless I am ready."
Roland stands in the foyer of the Inn with his backpack on his shoulders and the cinches along the front ties tied. "I agree we probably haven't been told everything. It may be worthwhile to review the information that is available in the ancient library to ensure it poses no risks or dangers before we turn it over to Rivel and the Xyrmyar Storm."
"I ensure you I have told you everything you should need to know." She walks upstairs to her room, carrying her satchel with her. I assume you leave the inn, but if there are any shops you'd like to look for before you leave for Frotbix, I can see what I can do.
I'm just too goofy for this 😅
Holth is good to carry on as he is. "Well, I suppose we should get going. Nothing to get here that we can't in frostbricks."
"Very well. Admittedly I am not familiar with the area and have no idea how to make my way to Frostbricks from here. I will happily follow your, or Didros', lead." Roland waits patiently in the foyer of the Inn for the others. If no one else comes within a few minutes he will pull out his book and start reading again.
Didros heads outside to a cart he assumes is waiting for them. He’s used a cart before for Rivel’s jobs but this job seems to need a little more stealth….
By cart or on foot will be fine. I'm assuming you'll start on your way to Frotbix, so I'll do that now.
You walk (or ride) for a few hours, the path now getting surrounded by trees on both sides. Occasional woodchoppers' huts are spotted in the distance, and a familiarity seems to comfort Didros. May everyone roll a perception check?
I'm just too goofy for this 😅
Roland's perception: 10
Perception 9
Holth looks around, 12.