"Thanks for the information and the rooms and I will be at the wake promptly" he then looks to his companions "If anyone needs me, I will be in the offered room for a little while before heading out to mail the letter"
He briskly walks to the offered room. Ha won't my family be surprised about my day today. Once in the room he looks for a table and chairs if there are none, he will pick a quiet corner of the Brass Crab to write about his eventful day. Afterwards he seeks out Authur the Bargemaster of Ladies Laughter
"Hello fine sir. I want to send this letter to Port O' Call to the Southern Gale Boatwrights. How much would it cost?"
”I want to head to the market and see those bone puppets!” He smacks Vexi’s arm and says “You wanna go too? Maybe I can find some bread like that. Or try one of those "soulcakes". Do they go well with ale, or cider? Who knows, but I'm about to find out!" He tones down his banter and tries to control the excitement of being in the big town of Vogler, remembering why he is here yet again, but there is a spring in his step as he wants to explore, if he can only convince his buddy to accompany him.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The paladin gives a lighthearted smile as he recalls a faint memory of meeting Becklin years ago. More peaceful times...But he must focus on the present. "Yes, one of them was carrying a staff, and it looked as if the knights had been hit by explosive magic. Unfortunately it escaped while we were taking on the warriors."
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| 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 took his letter to the river and found Arthur busy loading his large barge with food for Kalaman. Arthur welcomed him and asked for 3 copper pieces for him and a silver for the mail wagon.
Becklin laughed at Vardoks enthusiasm, yes go and find Gladys the kender, I bought one myself, the dragon puppet is very skilled work. While you are there try the cider at Red Annies stall, she hides away the best but you have a gift with words. Don't eat too much there, we have a grand feast planned here, be back by nightfall.
Becklin listened to Cassian with a deep frown, Did it look any different from the others, colour of scales for instance? Sounds like a lightning bolt spell. If it's part of a bandit group we need to find them, worse case scenario they are a scouting party for the Dragon Army.
He pays with 1 steel coin and pockets the change "Thank you for your service" He then admires the buoyancy of the barge. After that he examines the map and walks towards the market in search for incense worth 10gp as he needed it to summon a familiar. Though at times he slows to admire the festivities.
Kaelthor inclined his head to Becklin in silent thanks, his hand tightening slightly on the staff as he absorbed her words. “The Vallenwood will do,” he said quietly. “More than well enough.” There was a faint glimmer in his eyes — reverence perhaps, or relief — before he added, “I would speak a while with its keeper.”
He excused himself with a respectful bow of the head and slipped from the warmth of the Brass Crab into the cool air outside. The bustle of the streets faded behind him as he made his way toward the village circle, guided more by instinct than memory. The great tree awaited there, its vast trunk like a living monument. As he approached, his steps slowed, reverent, each one quieter than the last.
When he reached the roots, Kaelthor placed a hand against the bark, closing his eyes to listen — not for voices, but for breath, for the pulse of life within the wood. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them — the druid and the ancient tree — and he whispered low enough for only the wind and whatever spirits might linger there to hear, then he enters the tree's sanctuary.
Liwen
"Thanks for the information and the rooms and I will be at the wake promptly" he then looks to his companions "If anyone needs me, I will be in the offered room for a little while before heading out to mail the letter"
He briskly walks to the offered room. Ha won't my family be surprised about my day today. Once in the room he looks for a table and chairs if there are none, he will pick a quiet corner of the Brass Crab to write about his eventful day. Afterwards he seeks out Authur the Bargemaster of Ladies Laughter
"Hello fine sir. I want to send this letter to Port O' Call to the Southern Gale Boatwrights. How much would it cost?"
Vardok
”I want to head to the market and see those bone puppets!” He smacks Vexi’s arm and says “You wanna go too? Maybe I can find some bread like that. Or try one of those "soulcakes". Do they go well with ale, or cider? Who knows, but I'm about to find out!" He tones down his banter and tries to control the excitement of being in the big town of Vogler, remembering why he is here yet again, but there is a spring in his step as he wants to explore, if he can only convince his buddy to accompany him.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Cassian
The paladin gives a lighthearted smile as he recalls a faint memory of meeting Becklin years ago. More peaceful times...But he must focus on the present. "Yes, one of them was carrying a staff, and it looked as if the knights had been hit by explosive magic. Unfortunately it escaped while we were taking on the warriors."
| 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 |
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Liwen took his letter to the river and found Arthur busy loading his large barge with food for Kalaman. Arthur welcomed him and asked for 3 copper pieces for him and a silver for the mail wagon.
Becklin laughed at Vardoks enthusiasm, yes go and find Gladys the kender, I bought one myself, the dragon puppet is very skilled work. While you are there try the cider at Red Annies stall, she hides away the best but you have a gift with words. Don't eat too much there, we have a grand feast planned here, be back by nightfall.
Becklin listened to Cassian with a deep frown, Did it look any different from the others, colour of scales for instance? Sounds like a lightning bolt spell. If it's part of a bandit group we need to find them, worse case scenario they are a scouting party for the Dragon Army.
Liwen
He pays with 1 steel coin and pockets the change "Thank you for your service" He then admires the buoyancy of the barge. After that he examines the map and walks towards the market in search for incense worth 10gp as he needed it to summon a familiar. Though at times he slows to admire the festivities.
Kaelthor
Kaelthor inclined his head to Becklin in silent thanks, his hand tightening slightly on the staff as he absorbed her words. “The Vallenwood will do,” he said quietly. “More than well enough.” There was a faint glimmer in his eyes — reverence perhaps, or relief — before he added, “I would speak a while with its keeper.”
He excused himself with a respectful bow of the head and slipped from the warmth of the Brass Crab into the cool air outside. The bustle of the streets faded behind him as he made his way toward the village circle, guided more by instinct than memory. The great tree awaited there, its vast trunk like a living monument. As he approached, his steps slowed, reverent, each one quieter than the last.
When he reached the roots, Kaelthor placed a hand against the bark, closing his eyes to listen — not for voices, but for breath, for the pulse of life within the wood. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them — the druid and the ancient tree — and he whispered low enough for only the wind and whatever spirits might linger there to hear, then he enters the tree's sanctuary.
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