Krakan grins from ear to ear, wrapping Salty’s hand in an embrace with a laugh. “First round is on you! Something to wet our whistle, methinks. Hah! And lookee here! Perhaps we made it over these dunes alive, after all! Thinking this is the way to go? What manner of beast do you think that was?”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"I'm fer sayin' howdy an' seein' what's they're about."
If the party agrees Salty moves to the tented area, keeping hands far from weapons. He also takes a closer look at the bones. "I reckon der big enough fer bein' from a dragon."
At 11:00 am Lucan cast his mage armor for the remainder of the day until 7 pm so in hope of a long rest coming later.
"I'm with you Salty, team. I can help look around and see what we can turn up."
He nods to the others and does a slow check for eyes that might be more than just casual glances at them as he casually looks around as if taking it all in.
Samir keeps his mouth quiet, but his eyes keen. Do these nomads seems safe for us to approach? Do they look healthy or do they appear weakened and/or unsafe? Any wounded or near death? Samir would want to mingle with those that need healing, gathering information as he helps those in need.
Lucan sees some people looking but nothing out of the ordinary.
When the party is near a large man wearing leather armor with metal rings sewn in (Ring Mail) and large curved blades stop the party. He stands relaxed as he had done this many times. He says "What brings travelers to clan Al - Qamarin? Business or respite from the desert?"
"Aye, a bit o' respitin' afore we're back to steppin'. Not fer turnin' down a fair trade neither if'n somethin' fer catchin' me eye," he says with a genuine smile.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The blue haired orc, accustom to following orders, begins to make a fair sized pile of weaponry at the guards feet. He thinks very little of relinquishing the javelins, crossbow, spear, and bolts. When it came time to release his beloved sword, he hesitated. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of the scabbard and beautifully crafted handle and cross guard, masterfully shaped to resemble coral. He offers the guard a look, almost pleading. "Me blades fer bein' like a chunk o' me own body. It's not fer bein' easy tu chop off yer arm." When he finally handed the sword to the guard his hand trembled.
He headed to the tented area when the others dragged him away from the pile o' weapons, his eyes lingering like a lover watching their beloved leave for war.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
He says "What brings travelers to clan Al - Qamarin? Business or respite from the desert?"
Krakan walks forward with a smile on his face, obvious exhaustion from travel evident on his face. "Both actually! Rest and respite from the desert, a refilling of our waterskis, rest for our camel, and ourselves. But also... information. Business. Dalia told us there was a resting point, a way point on the trip to her farms. Would this be that resting point? We were attacked by some sand creatures out there on the dunes, have you seen or heard of any bandits nearby?" He says this as he's removing his arms and laying them aside in the manner that the guard recommends. Krakan knows that his body is his weapon, and he is surely not giving that up. Knowing that his most powerful weapon is still with him, he gives a knowing smile to the guard, flexing his muscles from time to time as he stands over the man, with a gentle nod of the head indicating respect and thanks.
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Krakan grins from ear to ear, wrapping Salty’s hand in an embrace with a laugh. “First round is on you! Something to wet our whistle, methinks. Hah! And lookee here! Perhaps we made it over these dunes alive, after all! Thinking this is the way to go? What manner of beast do you think that was?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Salty
Shielding his eyes with his hand, Salty squints at the flags and tries to remember what they herald.
***OoC: perception: 11 - history 10***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Salty vaguely recalls that the flag belongs to a nomadic clan though you are not sure which one.
Salty
"I'm fer sayin' howdy an' seein' what's they're about."
If the party agrees Salty moves to the tented area, keeping hands far from weapons. He also takes a closer look at the bones. "I reckon der big enough fer bein' from a dragon."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lucan
At 11:00 am Lucan cast his mage armor for the remainder of the day until 7 pm so in hope of a long rest coming later.
"I'm with you Salty, team. I can help look around and see what we can turn up."
He nods to the others and does a slow check for eyes that might be more than just casual glances at them as he casually looks around as if taking it all in.
Lucan Perception: 11
Lucan subtly passes on anything he learns.
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Levi Flint - DM - Mad Mage; Korvin - DM - Tyranny of Dragons; Player Lucan - The One Breath, Player Gildor Surion - Balder's Gate-Decent;
Samir keeps his mouth quiet, but his eyes keen. Do these nomads seems safe for us to approach? Do they look healthy or do they appear weakened and/or unsafe? Any wounded or near death? Samir would want to mingle with those that need healing, gathering information as he helps those in need.
From a distance they seem healthy.
Lucan sees some people looking but nothing out of the ordinary.
When the party is near a large man wearing leather armor with metal rings sewn in (Ring Mail) and large curved blades stop the party. He stands relaxed as he had done this many times. He says "What brings travelers to clan Al - Qamarin? Business or respite from the desert?"
Salty
***OoC: Salty tries to get a quick feel of the man and the relative safety within the camp : insight check - 15***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Salty gets the sense that the man is a capable guard who is confident he can handle any trouble that comes his way.
Standing at the edge of camp it seems relatively safe as the people nearby are busy with the daily tasks needed to thrive in a desert.
Salty
"Aye, a bit o' respitin' afore we're back to steppin'. Not fer turnin' down a fair trade neither if'n somethin' fer catchin' me eye," he says with a genuine smile.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
"Please leave the camel with the others and leave your weapons with me. I promise you will get your weapons back when you leave" says the guard.
Salty
The blue haired orc, accustom to following orders, begins to make a fair sized pile of weaponry at the guards feet. He thinks very little of relinquishing the javelins, crossbow, spear, and bolts. When it came time to release his beloved sword, he hesitated. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of the scabbard and beautifully crafted handle and cross guard, masterfully shaped to resemble coral. He offers the guard a look, almost pleading. "Me blades fer bein' like a chunk o' me own body. It's not fer bein' easy tu chop off yer arm." When he finally handed the sword to the guard his hand trembled.
He headed to the tented area when the others dragged him away from the pile o' weapons, his eyes lingering like a lover watching their beloved leave for war.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
He says "What brings travelers to clan Al - Qamarin? Business or respite from the desert?"
Krakan walks forward with a smile on his face, obvious exhaustion from travel evident on his face. "Both actually! Rest and respite from the desert, a refilling of our waterskis, rest for our camel, and ourselves. But also... information. Business. Dalia told us there was a resting point, a way point on the trip to her farms. Would this be that resting point? We were attacked by some sand creatures out there on the dunes, have you seen or heard of any bandits nearby?" He says this as he's removing his arms and laying them aside in the manner that the guard recommends. Krakan knows that his body is his weapon, and he is surely not giving that up. Knowing that his most powerful weapon is still with him, he gives a knowing smile to the guard, flexing his muscles from time to time as he stands over the man, with a gentle nod of the head indicating respect and thanks.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.