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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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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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.
As the horseless carriage rolled along the road, the tinker fiddled with his music box for Ispin. The day was passing by and the time was drawing nigh for the group's collective friend to be remembered, venerated. So, the small gift had to be finished. But finishing it in haste wasn't going to produce the inspiring effects he was going for. Therefore, the gnome worked diligently, cautiously. He peeked up every now and then when a particular difficult sensitive portion was being worked on. He wanted to ensure there was enough time before the next bump in the road that might jostle the carriage and set his efforts to square one...again.
As the small caravan of travelers crested the hill and Vogler came into view, like the others he took note of the scene, pausing work on his trinket. A sigh escaped he and a smile crossed his face at the sight of the river...water. It made him feel refreshed. "It may not be the sea, but it's still wet in the end." He then returned to finishing his final gift for Ispin.
Vardok hops down off the cart, hearing the discussion as they pull into Vogler, deciding to chime in. "You're right Liwen, we should find Becklin Uth Viharin and report it right away. Now where..." He walks up to Levna, saluting and saying, "Vegetables arrived safe and accounted for, ma'am. Well, most of them. A few ended up in my stomach. Will you be coming with us, or do you have other duties to attend to before the wake? Do you know where Becklin would be?"
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The kender very much enjoys her ride on top of the large steed. As she hears Vardok's voice in her head, she turns sharply and sticks out her tongue at her friend. Stop eating what you're supposed to be guarding! is her response in his head.
She stays mounted on Sprite as they arrive, feeling that she can see more from her new vantage then if she dismounted. It was a quaint town and she liked that it was by the water, echoing Salty's remarks. As Vardok asks if Levna is parting ways, Vexi looks to Berthan wondering the same thing.
I've got to check in to Becklin, see to holding three more funerals. Whether they wanted to be buried or incinerated on boats. Hopefully she knows them well. Better head to the Brass Crab, in all likelihood she will be there or at the keep. I'm here for the funeral of Ispin as well.
Berthan
I'll be offloading then after business I'll be headed home to Three Firs Farm. Vexi remember to come and get your mittens when you are finished in Vogler, give the wife enough time to do some fancy work on them.
Levna rides into the badly maintained keep and sees a young squire talking to a militiaman. You overhear that they are planning for a festival which starts tomorrow, the Kingfisher festival.
Squire she calls and he immediately turned to her. We bear bad news these three Solamnic knights were killed in the line of duty, we bring their bodies here for a funeral fit for a knight. She gets off her horse and leads the squire to the cart driven by Rhys, gently she removes part of the cloaks shielding the bodies. I'll leave this to you. She passes a copy of their orders to him. What's your name youngster? Where do I find Becklin?
Darrett Highwater, Ser. She's at the Brass Crab setting up a wake for an old friend called Ispin.
Good we were headed that way. Do you have a map that you can mark it for us?
The militaman reached into his messege satchel and handed it to her, we make them for the tourists.
Rhys you are now done, you can head home. Take the draft horse with you. Here's a gold for the cart, tell the farmer he can collect it here. Darrett do you have stabling? We have four warhorses, Valiant and Pepito belong to us, the other two are from the dead knights.
She passes maps around. I'm going to the Brass Crab, I'll see you all later.
“Well… where should we go? Should we go to the Brass Crab as well? Look for a room somewhere? I’ve only been to Vogler once before, long ago when I was a youngling. Where should we go, I don’t want to miss the service…”. Vardok looks to his companions for opinions.
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Kaelthor’s gaze lingered on Levna as she so casually entrusted Cassian with Valiant, her words treating the proud warhorse as if he were no more than a blade or shield to be handed from one hand to the next. His jaw tightened, the simmer of anger rising as old grievances with the two-legged way of ownership pressed against him. Did no one think to ask the horse? Whether he wished to serve, to fight, to leave behind kin?
A long breath left him, heavy and sharp, and he swallowed the bitterness down. Not here, not now. He hadn’t come for quarrels, but for Ispin’s farewell. The sigh carried away the sharpest edge of his ire, but he gave no thanks to Levna, nor any acknowledgement of her tidings.
When Vardok spoke, Kaelthor shifted, his staff tapping once against the ground. “We should find our host first,” he said flatly. “Then we’ll know how much time remains before the service.”His eyes swept the group once, then fell silent again, leaving the words to hang.
"Ooh a map! How convenient!" The kender slides her way down Sprite as the maps are handed out and lets the stable boy take him. She gives the great beast a loving pat before turning her attention.
Vexi's eyes drink in all the details as she hangs on to her copy. She then nods as though she had made a decision in her mind and rolls up the map and sticks it in her pack. "To the Brass Crab then eh? To check out our room! Oh wait, to meet with Becklin, our host, of course. Looks easy enough to find, though lets go by way of the Village Square, I bet they are setting up for the festival there!"
"To inform Becklin then,"Cassian agrees, climbing down from Valiant and entrusting him to Darrett to lead to the stable. He looks over the map curiously before packing it away.
"I must hand over their orders promptly, but heading through the square shouldn't hurt." Seeing the town with his own eyes could offer valuable insight that simply wouldn't come across on a map...Not to mention Vexi's excitement is just a bit infectious.
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The gnome says his goodbyes to his kinsman and takes in the other's conversations and talk. He feels a bit of regret for the fallen and as they are handed off silently bows his head and prays to himself, "Console those that hold these dear; whether they be family, friend, or comrade. Judge them for their good and forgive them their faults. Allow them a place of peace."
As he finishes, he looks up to see most of the group heading towards the Brass Crab by way of the Market. Slowly he meanders the same way, perhaps creating just a bit of distance, lost in thought for the fallen knights and the group's friend Ispin. "Will there be an end to the sufferings we all endure?" He says softly under his breath as he takes in the sights of the town.
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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?"
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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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Salty
As the horseless carriage rolled along the road, the tinker fiddled with his music box for Ispin. The day was passing by and the time was drawing nigh for the group's collective friend to be remembered, venerated. So, the small gift had to be finished. But finishing it in haste wasn't going to produce the inspiring effects he was going for. Therefore, the gnome worked diligently, cautiously. He peeked up every now and then when a particular difficult sensitive portion was being worked on. He wanted to ensure there was enough time before the next bump in the road that might jostle the carriage and set his efforts to square one...again.
As the small caravan of travelers crested the hill and Vogler came into view, like the others he took note of the scene, pausing work on his trinket. A sigh escaped he and a smile crossed his face at the sight of the river...water. It made him feel refreshed. "It may not be the sea, but it's still wet in the end." He then returned to finishing his final gift for Ispin.
Vardok
Vardok hops down off the cart, hearing the discussion as they pull into Vogler, deciding to chime in. "You're right Liwen, we should find Becklin Uth Viharin and report it right away. Now where..." He walks up to Levna, saluting and saying, "Vegetables arrived safe and accounted for, ma'am. Well, most of them. A few ended up in my stomach. Will you be coming with us, or do you have other duties to attend to before the wake? Do you know where Becklin would be?"
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Vexi
The kender very much enjoys her ride on top of the large steed. As she hears Vardok's voice in her head, she turns sharply and sticks out her tongue at her friend. Stop eating what you're supposed to be guarding! is her response in his head.
She stays mounted on Sprite as they arrive, feeling that she can see more from her new vantage then if she dismounted. It was a quaint town and she liked that it was by the water, echoing Salty's remarks. As Vardok asks if Levna is parting ways, Vexi looks to Berthan wondering the same thing.
DM
Levna,
I've got to check in to Becklin, see to holding three more funerals. Whether they wanted to be buried or incinerated on boats. Hopefully she knows them well. Better head to the Brass Crab, in all likelihood she will be there or at the keep. I'm here for the funeral of Ispin as well.
Berthan
I'll be offloading then after business I'll be headed home to Three Firs Farm. Vexi remember to come and get your mittens when you are finished in Vogler, give the wife enough time to do some fancy work on them.
Artock
Itoowillbeleavingafterdinner.IhaverelativestovisitinKalaman.Thankyoufortravellingwithme,safertogether.
DM
Levna rides into the badly maintained keep and sees a young squire talking to a militiaman. You overhear that they are planning for a festival which starts tomorrow, the Kingfisher festival.
Squire she calls and he immediately turned to her. We bear bad news these three Solamnic knights were killed in the line of duty, we bring their bodies here for a funeral fit for a knight. She gets off her horse and leads the squire to the cart driven by Rhys, gently she removes part of the cloaks shielding the bodies. I'll leave this to you. She passes a copy of their orders to him. What's your name youngster? Where do I find Becklin?
Darrett Highwater, Ser. She's at the Brass Crab setting up a wake for an old friend called Ispin.
Good we were headed that way. Do you have a map that you can mark it for us?
The militaman reached into his messege satchel and handed it to her, we make them for the tourists.
Rhys you are now done, you can head home. Take the draft horse with you. Here's a gold for the cart, tell the farmer he can collect it here. Darrett do you have stabling? We have four warhorses, Valiant and Pepito belong to us, the other two are from the dead knights.
She passes maps around. I'm going to the Brass Crab, I'll see you all later.
Vardok
“Well… where should we go? Should we go to the Brass Crab as well? Look for a room somewhere? I’ve only been to Vogler once before, long ago when I was a youngling. Where should we go, I don’t want to miss the service…”. Vardok looks to his companions for opinions.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Levna
Just before she left she reminded them all that they had rooms at the Brass Crab.
Kaelthor’s gaze lingered on Levna as she so casually entrusted Cassian with Valiant, her words treating the proud warhorse as if he were no more than a blade or shield to be handed from one hand to the next. His jaw tightened, the simmer of anger rising as old grievances with the two-legged way of ownership pressed against him. Did no one think to ask the horse? Whether he wished to serve, to fight, to leave behind kin?
A long breath left him, heavy and sharp, and he swallowed the bitterness down. Not here, not now. He hadn’t come for quarrels, but for Ispin’s farewell. The sigh carried away the sharpest edge of his ire, but he gave no thanks to Levna, nor any acknowledgement of her tidings.
When Vardok spoke, Kaelthor shifted, his staff tapping once against the ground. “We should find our host first,” he said flatly. “Then we’ll know how much time remains before the service.” His eyes swept the group once, then fell silent again, leaving the words to hang.
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Vexi
"Ooh a map! How convenient!" The kender slides her way down Sprite as the maps are handed out and lets the stable boy take him. She gives the great beast a loving pat before turning her attention.
Vexi's eyes drink in all the details as she hangs on to her copy. She then nods as though she had made a decision in her mind and rolls up the map and sticks it in her pack. "To the Brass Crab then eh? To check out our room! Oh wait, to meet with Becklin, our host, of course. Looks easy enough to find, though lets go by way of the Village Square, I bet they are setting up for the festival there!"
Cassian
"To inform Becklin then," Cassian agrees, climbing down from Valiant and entrusting him to Darrett to lead to the stable. He looks over the map curiously before packing it away.
"I must hand over their orders promptly, but heading through the square shouldn't hurt." Seeing the town with his own eyes could offer valuable insight that simply wouldn't come across on a map...Not to mention Vexi's excitement is just a bit infectious.
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Liwen
"Agreed. Update Beckling then we can go celebrate Ispin's amazingly well lived life" he quickens his pace as he follows Cassian to the Brass Crab
Salty,
"ThankyouArtockfortherideandcompany.Itwasapleasuretomakeyouracquaintance.Safetravelsonyourway.IwilltryandrecordtheroadconditionsasItraveltoassistyouinyourendeavorsforthehorselesscarriage."
The gnome says his goodbyes to his kinsman and takes in the other's conversations and talk. He feels a bit of regret for the fallen and as they are handed off silently bows his head and prays to himself, "Console those that hold these dear; whether they be family, friend, or comrade. Judge them for their good and forgive them their faults. Allow them a place of peace."
As he finishes, he looks up to see most of the group heading towards the Brass Crab by way of the Market. Slowly he meanders the same way, perhaps creating just a bit of distance, lost in thought for the fallen knights and the group's friend Ispin. "Will there be an end to the sufferings we all endure?" He says softly under his breath as he takes in the sights of the town.