Now that they were finally getting on their way, the small kender was positively beaming from riding astride the enormous horse. She patted him often and whispered in his ear what a good boy he was. She looks over at the elf and wonders about the Night Lark that has found a secure place upon Kaelthor's shoulder. Nah, he's still an elf.
"How much further to Volgar do you think?" she asks anyone who wants to answer.
Vardok rides in the vegetable cart, having a little snack as the ride along. He feels stronger, after the battle, and he generates a small ball of fire in his hand, smiling, then has it disappear. He looks at Vexi acting all high and mighty on the horse. “Dope. Acting all high and mighty. Goober.” He sits down and rides in silence. He closes his eyes and concentrates on Vexi, thinking to her “Miss high and mighty on your horse. Get ye down from there and come join me on the vegetable cart. I found some delicious oranges!” He peers up over the edge of the cart, looking for her reaction. If she looks, he winks at her, and then plops back down among the fruits and veggies, polishing up a good one.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Don't worry we'll be there before 3 bells of the afternoon. I heard that Ispins funeral wake is in the evening. It'll give you all just enough time to clean up.
A few bells later you can see the roofs of Vogler.
The fishing village of Vogler clings to a spit of land reaching into the Vingaard River. Wooded cliffs overlook the community, and the only path from the north descends past the ivy-covered remnants of a crumbling stone keep. The village's modest wooden buildings cluster around a quaint central circle and along the riverbank.
Jutting into the river—out of place and seemingly out of time—stands an incomplete stone bridge of incredible artisanship. The structure clearly dates to before the Cataclysm, eclipsing its modern peers in size and sturdiness. The bridge crosses less than half the river's width before giving way to a series of ropes and tethered rafts serving as ferries.
On the river itself, dozens of small boats drift along the slow, murky waters as the fishers of Vogler ply their trade.
The paladin takes in the sights of the humble village with interest, particularly the ruined keep and bridge. He tries to recall what he learned of this place from his studies and their late friend's letters (History: 10).
"It's peaceful, just as Ispen described. I'm glad to finally see it for myself,"he states, expression distant for a moment before he turns his horse to face Levna and drops his voice a bit, "Is there a guard station here, somewhere we can report the attack without panicking the villagers?"
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| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia| Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren| Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
He looks across Vogler and lingers on the small boats. Taking in how they were constructed and estimated what materials was used. It brought a little smile to his face as he remembers his family banging away as they crafted ships in Port O' Call. Which remind him that he needs to send them a letter sometime soon.
Hearing Cassian Liwen says "We should just ask the first person we meet where to find Becklin Uth Viharin. They would be the best person to report the attack as they were named in the order we found and the invitations to Ispin's funeral. I assume they are here in Vogler somewhere"
Kaelthor walked with the steady rhythm of the wagon wheels, his staff clicking lightly against stone and root alike. The night lark perched on his shoulder, sometimes darting into the trees only to return moments later, and more than once those near him might hear the soft repetition of a name — Awen. Whether it was meant as command, comfort, or communion was unclear.
When the roofs of Vogler rose into view, his gaze hardened. Wood cut and nailed, stone stacked unnaturally into lines, smoke smudging the sky — the bite of civilization. He muttered low, reminding himself that ants also reshape the earth, building their mounds, shifting roots, bending the forest to their survival. Still, the judgment sat heavier when it came to two-legs who claimed wisdom yet dealt more often in ruin than balance.
Liwen’s calm words about Uth Viharin pulled him from his brooding. Kaelthor inclined his head once, deliberate, the faintest flicker of respect in his otherwise guarded features — the wizard’s mind had drawn the right line quickly, a situation that he finds is showing a repeating pattern.
Vexi
Now that they were finally getting on their way, the small kender was positively beaming from riding astride the enormous horse. She patted him often and whispered in his ear what a good boy he was. She looks over at the elf and wonders about the Night Lark that has found a secure place upon Kaelthor's shoulder. Nah, he's still an elf.
"How much further to Volgar do you think?" she asks anyone who wants to answer.
Vardok
Vardok rides in the vegetable cart, having a little snack as the ride along. He feels stronger, after the battle, and he generates a small ball of fire in his hand, smiling, then has it disappear. He looks at Vexi acting all high and mighty on the horse. “Dope. Acting all high and mighty. Goober.” He sits down and rides in silence. He closes his eyes and concentrates on Vexi, thinking to her “Miss high and mighty on your horse. Get ye down from there and come join me on the vegetable cart. I found some delicious oranges!” He peers up over the edge of the cart, looking for her reaction. If she looks, he winks at her, and then plops back down among the fruits and veggies, polishing up a good one.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
DM
Berthan
Don't worry we'll be there before 3 bells of the afternoon. I heard that Ispins funeral wake is in the evening. It'll give you all just enough time to clean up.
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A few bells later you can see the roofs of Vogler.
The fishing village of Vogler clings to a spit of land reaching into the Vingaard River. Wooded cliffs overlook the community, and the only path from the north descends past the ivy-covered remnants of a crumbling stone keep. The village's modest wooden buildings cluster around a quaint central circle and along the riverbank.
Jutting into the river—out of place and seemingly out of time—stands an incomplete stone bridge of incredible artisanship. The structure clearly dates to before the Cataclysm, eclipsing its modern peers in size and sturdiness. The bridge crosses less than half the river's width before giving way to a series of ropes and tethered rafts serving as ferries.
On the river itself, dozens of small boats drift along the slow, murky waters as the fishers of Vogler ply their trade.
Cassian
The paladin takes in the sights of the humble village with interest, particularly the ruined keep and bridge. He tries to recall what he learned of this place from his studies and their late friend's letters (History: 10).
"It's peaceful, just as Ispen described. I'm glad to finally see it for myself," he states, expression distant for a moment before he turns his horse to face Levna and drops his voice a bit, "Is there a guard station here, somewhere we can report the attack without panicking the villagers?"
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
Liwen
He looks across Vogler and lingers on the small boats. Taking in how they were constructed and estimated what materials was used. It brought a little smile to his face as he remembers his family banging away as they crafted ships in Port O' Call. Which remind him that he needs to send them a letter sometime soon.
Hearing Cassian Liwen says "We should just ask the first person we meet where to find Becklin Uth Viharin. They would be the best person to report the attack as they were named in the order we found and the invitations to Ispin's funeral. I assume they are here in Vogler somewhere"
Kaelthor
Kaelthor walked with the steady rhythm of the wagon wheels, his staff clicking lightly against stone and root alike. The night lark perched on his shoulder, sometimes darting into the trees only to return moments later, and more than once those near him might hear the soft repetition of a name — Awen. Whether it was meant as command, comfort, or communion was unclear.
When the roofs of Vogler rose into view, his gaze hardened. Wood cut and nailed, stone stacked unnaturally into lines, smoke smudging the sky — the bite of civilization. He muttered low, reminding himself that ants also reshape the earth, building their mounds, shifting roots, bending the forest to their survival. Still, the judgment sat heavier when it came to two-legs who claimed wisdom yet dealt more often in ruin than balance.
Liwen’s calm words about Uth Viharin pulled him from his brooding. Kaelthor inclined his head once, deliberate, the faintest flicker of respect in his otherwise guarded features — the wizard’s mind had drawn the right line quickly, a situation that he finds is showing a repeating pattern.
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