"Lady Lelfaer..." the elf echoes thoughtfully. "You've come from Hyarantar? My brother Gadron is captain of the guard there! Perhaps you've met? Please, if you can return me home I'm sure I can arrange some kind of reward!"
The newly hopeful look on his face sours as Thurston turns his attention back to the corpse of his fellow captive.
"Poor Irithiel... I didn't know him well, but the Lady favoured him. I'm not surprised she would send you to his rescue. She bestowed many gifts on him in life. That cloak for instance..." he cuts himself off before saying any more.
Bründir catches the momentary slip in conversation and smiles, "I's alright. We're not robbers 'ere, and won' defile 'im. Le's get 'im back."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex casts his eyes casually around the room, yawning a little, clearly not too interested in the elf. He does take note of the cloak though and subtly tries to assess its value.
The cloak appears to be of high quality material, suited to a noble, but any other special qualities are impossible to discern by sight.
The cultists are all armed slightly differently, but most carry a short-sword, hand-axe or scimitar and wear leathers under their robes. A few bear daggers. The priest who had led the ritual wears a twisted, black amulet with the same insignia of three crows that has already been found on various other cultists.
”No worries, we will take you home safe and sound. “ he pats the shoulder of the elf, trying not to hurt him for he seems to be in bad shape and for him all elves seems kind of fragile.
Then he turns towards the corpse and end preparing it for the journey back. Once he has covered the elf’s face with his own cloack, ( he just arrange the elf’s cloack around his body but uses his own to envelop it ) he asks Thor to guide the elf’s soul to his own dieity for his eternal rest.
He then charges the corpse as delicate as he can over his shoulders and gets ready to continue. He looks momentary to the symbol of the dark priest, but he just felt a shiver down his spine and decides to get as far as he could of that.
“We should burn the bodies” he says “ that way that coward couldn’t come back and practice more dark magic on them... “
"First thing's first..." Bründir sets to work collecting weapons and valuables from the cultists. After a thorough search of their belongings and clearing the tunnel Jex came from, Bründir will pull the bodies together and light a torch.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex watches Brundir and Val work for a moment before sighing and getting up to help move the bodies and sort out the posessions. Once the equipment is collected, he looks it over.
"My apologies, I err, didn't arrive here dressed like this, some of the equipment is mine, I had to abandon it when I took on this guise. May I?"
He reaches over and picks out a black hooded garment from the pile, some leather straps, filled with knives and small pouches and a simple leather jacket that has been died back.
"I have been rather desperate to get out of these robes, I am not convinced they are clean, the previous owner did die in them afterall."
He indicates the hole that had been hidden under his arm where a knife had clearly been slid. He pulls the dark robe off, underneath he is wearing simple white linens, and he pulls on his own black strapped fitted outfit, clearly very functional, perfectly sized so as not to inhibit his movements in any way. The hood is tight fitting and peaked, though he keeps it down for now. He straps the leather straps around himself where they neatly hold his swords and knives and the quiver on his back that had been stuffed under the cultists robes. He keeps his captured studded armour on however. Leaving his own black leather on the floor with a slightly sorrowful glance.
In the torchlight and without the loose fitting cultist robes Jex becomes properly visible for the first time. Though he has obvious elven features, his ears and hair for example; his skin is far darker than any elf and his eyes betray his Sarameian heritage. The contrasting features make for a very rare and beautiful sight but for those with any recent political awareness it is not difficult to imagine how difficult it could be for an elf living in the empire, or indeed a Sarameian in Eldren.
Jex blushes a little. "I apologise, I know this is not very priestly, but this is not the first time that Thor has sent me into such dangers, and I am not strong enough to wield the short handled hammer effectively. I am far more built for the lighter blades. If you don't have horses perhaps you would like me to look after the rest of this aboard my wagon until you find somewhere to sell it?"
”Excuse me, had you said Thor?” he smiles broadly “ I am a proud servant of Thor myself.” He says both happy and a little bit surprised that he has met another follower of his God. “If he has sent two of his followers to this wretched hole, there is will of getting rid of it is clear! “
"He sent me into this way yes... it's good to have you here. Let's finish this grim job and then we could return this elves to their people. Then we will celebrate our victory with mead! They had a really nice mead!! "
Bründir grumbles as he drags a cultist by the legs past the pair, "Yeah, git yer jollies fer thunder later. Strip the bastards of anything worth a coin, then drag'em out to th'tower."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex pulls a bit of a face at the prospect of returning the elves home but quickly covers it back up with a smile.
"Of course. Shall I bring my wagon here? I doubt all of this can be carried easily, strong as you all look. I am Mariusz by the way, though I apologise, I know only some of your names."
"Bründir," the dwarf grunts as he rounds a corner with the body in tow, "Just a miner an' tavern vagabond. Hopin' to be back to both soon."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"I'm Vark. It's... nice to meet you. Uhm... yeah your wagon would be helpful. There's also a ton of treasure and equipment in one of those sheds out front." Vark moves to help Brundir and the others clear out the bodies.
Val wipes the blood from her hands upon the cloth robes of the dead cultists before offering it to the elf. "Valaith "Rimehand" of the clan Kalukavi. Pleasure to meet you, Mariusz, and thank you for allowing us the use of your wagon. It will be greatly appreciated." Once the grim task is done, Val will look for an axe that she could use to possible topple one of the towers and see about using it as fuel for a pyre.
Jex grins and warmly shakes the offered hands before disappearing off for a few hours, returning with a large roofed wagon pulled along by a young pony. He is now dressed in priests vestments with the symbol of Thor proudly warn around his neck.
"I'm afraid it isn't a goat led chariot, but it's good for hauling things. Not much space for any people I'm afraid, but I'm sure I can find room enough for any equipment and the pony here can drag just about anything."
"It will serve us to carry to body" says Thurston carrying with care the corpse towards the exit and the camp outside, before he help the others to cut down the tower to make the pire.
Valaith finds a wood axe without too much trouble and gets to work. It's an impressive sight, seeing the enormous goliath fell the forty foot watchtower. After the first support has been severed it starts to list nastily to the side and Val doesn't get half way through the second, before it collapses with an almighty crash, sending dust flying up in all directions. By the time they are done the pyre is huge and the smoke can likely be seen for miles around.
Jex's trip takes a little under six and a half hours there and back, hurrying the whole way. He arrives at the compound with his wagon around midday.
"A body? That may not be such a good idea. I can carry your goods and loot, perhaps you can take turns to ride up top for a rest, but unless you have some magic to preserve that corpse, it is not getting in my wagon. Why is he not being burned with the rest?"
Jex looks very uncomfortable about the idea.
"Make a pile here of what you would like me to take and I will find a place to store it inside."
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"Lady Lelfaer sent us " replies Thurston. " I am sorry we are too late for him" says enveloping the corpse in his own cape.
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"Lady Lelfaer..." the elf echoes thoughtfully. "You've come from Hyarantar? My brother Gadron is captain of the guard there! Perhaps you've met? Please, if you can return me home I'm sure I can arrange some kind of reward!"
The newly hopeful look on his face sours as Thurston turns his attention back to the corpse of his fellow captive.
"Poor Irithiel... I didn't know him well, but the Lady favoured him. I'm not surprised she would send you to his rescue. She bestowed many gifts on him in life. That cloak for instance..." he cuts himself off before saying any more.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir catches the momentary slip in conversation and smiles, "I's alright. We're not robbers 'ere, and won' defile 'im. Le's get 'im back."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex casts his eyes casually around the room, yawning a little, clearly not too interested in the elf. He does take note of the cloak though and subtly tries to assess its value.
The cloak appears to be of high quality material, suited to a noble, but any other special qualities are impossible to discern by sight.
The cultists are all armed slightly differently, but most carry a short-sword, hand-axe or scimitar and wear leathers under their robes. A few bear daggers. The priest who had led the ritual wears a twisted, black amulet with the same insignia of three crows that has already been found on various other cultists.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
The paladin nods to the elf
”No worries, we will take you home safe and sound. “ he pats the shoulder of the elf, trying not to hurt him for he seems to be in bad shape and for him all elves seems kind of fragile.
Then he turns towards the corpse and end preparing it for the journey back. Once he has covered the elf’s face with his own cloack, ( he just arrange the elf’s cloack around his body but uses his own to envelop it ) he asks Thor to guide the elf’s soul to his own dieity for his eternal rest.
He then charges the corpse as delicate as he can over his shoulders and gets ready to continue. He looks momentary to the symbol of the dark priest, but he just felt a shiver down his spine and decides to get as far as he could of that.
“We should burn the bodies” he says “ that way that coward couldn’t come back and practice more dark magic on them... “
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"First thing's first..." Bründir sets to work collecting weapons and valuables from the cultists. After a thorough search of their belongings and clearing the tunnel Jex came from, Bründir will pull the bodies together and light a torch.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex watches Brundir and Val work for a moment before sighing and getting up to help move the bodies and sort out the posessions. Once the equipment is collected, he looks it over.
"My apologies, I err, didn't arrive here dressed like this, some of the equipment is mine, I had to abandon it when I took on this guise. May I?"
He reaches over and picks out a black hooded garment from the pile, some leather straps, filled with knives and small pouches and a simple leather jacket that has been died back.
"I have been rather desperate to get out of these robes, I am not convinced they are clean, the previous owner did die in them afterall."
He indicates the hole that had been hidden under his arm where a knife had clearly been slid. He pulls the dark robe off, underneath he is wearing simple white linens, and he pulls on his own black strapped fitted outfit, clearly very functional, perfectly sized so as not to inhibit his movements in any way. The hood is tight fitting and peaked, though he keeps it down for now. He straps the leather straps around himself where they neatly hold his swords and knives and the quiver on his back that had been stuffed under the cultists robes. He keeps his captured studded armour on however. Leaving his own black leather on the floor with a slightly sorrowful glance.
In the torchlight and without the loose fitting cultist robes Jex becomes properly visible for the first time. Though he has obvious elven features, his ears and hair for example; his skin is far darker than any elf and his eyes betray his Sarameian heritage. The contrasting features make for a very rare and beautiful sight but for those with any recent political awareness it is not difficult to imagine how difficult it could be for an elf living in the empire, or indeed a Sarameian in Eldren.
Jex blushes a little. "I apologise, I know this is not very priestly, but this is not the first time that Thor has sent me into such dangers, and I am not strong enough to wield the short handled hammer effectively. I am far more built for the lighter blades. If you don't have horses perhaps you would like me to look after the rest of this aboard my wagon until you find somewhere to sell it?"
Thurston turns from helping Bründir at Jex words.
”Excuse me, had you said Thor?” he smiles broadly “ I am a proud servant of Thor myself.” He says both happy and a little bit surprised that he has met another follower of his God. “If he has sent two of his followers to this wretched hole, there is will of getting rid of it is clear! “
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"Indeed. He sent you the visions of this place too?"
He extends his arm to offer the warrior's grip in friendship.
Thruston holds Jex forearm.
"He sent me into this way yes... it's good to have you here. Let's finish this grim job and then we could return this elves to their people. Then we will celebrate our victory with mead! They had a really nice mead!! "
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Bründir grumbles as he drags a cultist by the legs past the pair, "Yeah, git yer jollies fer thunder later. Strip the bastards of anything worth a coin, then drag'em out to th'tower."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex pulls a bit of a face at the prospect of returning the elves home but quickly covers it back up with a smile.
"Of course. Shall I bring my wagon here? I doubt all of this can be carried easily, strong as you all look. I am Mariusz by the way, though I apologise, I know only some of your names."
"Bründir," the dwarf grunts as he rounds a corner with the body in tow, "Just a miner an' tavern vagabond. Hopin' to be back to both soon."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"I'm Vark. It's... nice to meet you. Uhm... yeah your wagon would be helpful. There's also a ton of treasure and equipment in one of those sheds out front." Vark moves to help Brundir and the others clear out the bodies.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Val wipes the blood from her hands upon the cloth robes of the dead cultists before offering it to the elf. "Valaith "Rimehand" of the clan Kalukavi. Pleasure to meet you, Mariusz, and thank you for allowing us the use of your wagon. It will be greatly appreciated." Once the grim task is done, Val will look for an axe that she could use to possible topple one of the towers and see about using it as fuel for a pyre.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Jex grins and warmly shakes the offered hands before disappearing off for a few hours, returning with a large roofed wagon pulled along by a young pony. He is now dressed in priests vestments with the symbol of Thor proudly warn around his neck.
"I'm afraid it isn't a goat led chariot, but it's good for hauling things. Not much space for any people I'm afraid, but I'm sure I can find room enough for any equipment and the pony here can drag just about anything."
"It will serve us to carry to body" says Thurston carrying with care the corpse towards the exit and the camp outside, before he help the others to cut down the tower to make the pire.
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Valaith finds a wood axe without too much trouble and gets to work. It's an impressive sight, seeing the enormous goliath fell the forty foot watchtower. After the first support has been severed it starts to list nastily to the side and Val doesn't get half way through the second, before it collapses with an almighty crash, sending dust flying up in all directions. By the time they are done the pyre is huge and the smoke can likely be seen for miles around.
Jex's trip takes a little under six and a half hours there and back, hurrying the whole way. He arrives at the compound with his wagon around midday.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"A body? That may not be such a good idea. I can carry your goods and loot, perhaps you can take turns to ride up top for a rest, but unless you have some magic to preserve that corpse, it is not getting in my wagon. Why is he not being burned with the rest?"
Jex looks very uncomfortable about the idea.
"Make a pile here of what you would like me to take and I will find a place to store it inside."