Cassian’s expression softens at the mention of his mount, though his tone holds a touch of rue. “Ah, Shadow. A gift, or perhaps a test, from my father when I was raised to knighthood. He never suffered me easily, but in the field he bore me well.” He glances toward the horse Lady Levna rides, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “We were separated during a skirmish. I’d wager he yet lives. Likely he’s made his way back toward the family lands by now. Until we’re reunited, my feet will serve me well enough.”
With that, he steps up onto Berthan’s wagon, settling in behind Liwen and the farmer. His gauntlets rest across his knees as he gives the mage a sidelong look, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Your manners do you credit, Liwen. A man of study, perhaps, but also of courtesy. We are not so far apart as our disciplines might suggest.”
He listens curiously as Berthan asks the mage about this 'test', wondering just what mage training entails.
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Kaelthor’s muscles had remained coiled, suspicion tugging at him as the kender had scampered past. Their laughter could have been a mask for mischief—or worse. The roads were full of strays these days, not all of them harmless. He had watched from his blind, weighing the chance that they were cutpurses or decoys for sharper blades waiting in ambush.
But when the pair slowed at the crest of the hill, there was no signal. No sudden whistle, no shifting of brush that might hide companions. Instead, their chatter carried on the wind—unfiltered, guileless. He caught words: 'Vogler… funeral… Ispin.' That name stilled him.
Kaelthor let out a slow breath, the tension in his shoulders easing as the caravan came into sight. A farmer’s wagon creaking with produce, a steaming contraption of gnomish design, and a knight on a horse that shone like hammered silver. The group gathered there was too large and too varied to be brigands—and the warmth between them spoke of shared roads and common cause.
'Friends of Ispin.' So the fox’s net was wider than Kaelthor had imagined. A half-smile ghosted across his lips, then was gone. He had come to stand in memory of their friend—these others had as well. Perhaps their paths were meant to run together.
Kaelthor shifted, loosening the brush and bracken that had hidden him. The kender’s laughter still echoed faintly down the road, now mingling with the creak of wagon wheels and the deep thud of hooves.
He let the forest close behind him, stepping out onto the packed dirt of the roadside. There he settled on a flat stone just off the track, cloak drawn about him, staff laid across his knees. To the casual eye he was only a weathered traveler pausing his march, perhaps waiting for the dust to settle before moving on.
Truth was, he would rather keep to his own path. Fewer voices, fewer chances for folly. But the world was sharp with teeth these days, and even the strong could be swallowed alone. If these were truly Ispin’s friends, then there was balance in walking with them—at least as far as Vogler.
So he sat, still as a carving, eyes half-lidded yet watchful. When the caravan came close, he would speak. For now, he waited.
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Sorry, I'm on vacation and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
Vexis action of kneeling to Levna, made her laugh. Up you get young Kender. Now remember Vexis that guarding vegetables is a serious business. Watch out for flies and wasps!
If you are good and don't devour everything you could ask Berthan for a ride on Sprite.
Vexis heard Berthan chuckle.
Levna rode on, she felt an itch between her shoulder blades, someone or something was watching.
Vartok while you are guarding the vegetables keep an eye on the woods for me. She was sure the Kender was able to pick out anything unusual. The problem would be to stop him investigating it.
It took a minute for Salty to get use to Artock's manner of speaking. He had forgotten that most of his kind spoke as such, inthefastpacerunonsortofwayonedoeswhentheirbrainisworkingfasterthantheirmouthwillallow. He himself had worked hard to break the habit as he learned that those he worked with often had a difficult time with it. But it was a nice flashback of his origins, and one he could fall into quickly to make Artock comfortable.
"FromNevermindyes. RelativeofSaddlehopnobutseentheirworkoften. Ofcourseblackstone!"He forgot that was an option, and much safer than oil. "TothefuneralforIspinyes. Goodman,needtohonorandpayrespectsforallhe'sdone" "AnynewsfromNevermind,beenawaylongtimenow." "Worktheportyourcousindoes? HadaportcallinKalamanafewtimes."
"Yes ma'am! You can count on me!" Vardok scrambles over the vegetables to the front of the wagon, keeping an eye on the edges of the woods. He has moved on from his tomato and has a potato in his hand, sniffing it and then setting it aside. Some are better cooked, that's for sure. Oh yeah, guard duty. He keeps his eyes peeled on the edges of the road, the trees, the rocks.
Perception : 18
"Hey Vexi, come over here a sec. Doesn't that rock look funny over there? By the edge of the road...Something weird about it." He bends down and picks up a nice head of broccoli and bites into it with gusto, considering.
The kender's eyes go wide at the prospect of riding the giant horse, "Yes, yes yes, I will be good!"she shouts over her shoulder as she runs to attend to her new duties.
Vexi follows Vardok as he calls her up to the front of the wagon, she is extra careful of the cargo, making sure not to step on a single produce. She scowls at her friend when she sees him chomp into a fresh broccoli. "Stop that! We are supposed to be stopping flies and wasps from ruining these vegetables, not eat them! That's your last one!"
But then she realizes what he was asking her to do. She looks over at the rock herself.
Perception: 10
"What's weird about it? It's a rock and looks like some fungus or something is growing on it. You watch the woods, I'll watch the vegetables."
"Fine, fine, fine, this is my last one... for a bit. But don't you see that thing? It looks like somebody is trying to make themselves look like a rock. There's somebody under there, I'm sure of it!" Vardok stands up, perching precariously on the top of the wagon, a smile coming for just a fleeting second to his face I'm a wagon rider! Then he calls out to the procession "Hoooo! Whoa!... I see something, good Ser Knight! Ser Levna, over there, that rock doesn't look right! Is it a bandit? Something." *crunch* The last bit of the broccoli goes in his mouth and is swallowed down, then he moves his hand outward and a glowing, ethereal hand extends out toward the "rock", trying to remove whatever would be covering this thing, revealing what is underneath...
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Cassian
Cassian’s expression softens at the mention of his mount, though his tone holds a touch of rue. “Ah, Shadow. A gift, or perhaps a test, from my father when I was raised to knighthood. He never suffered me easily, but in the field he bore me well.” He glances toward the horse Lady Levna rides, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “We were separated during a skirmish. I’d wager he yet lives. Likely he’s made his way back toward the family lands by now. Until we’re reunited, my feet will serve me well enough.”
With that, he steps up onto Berthan’s wagon, settling in behind Liwen and the farmer. His gauntlets rest across his knees as he gives the mage a sidelong look, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Your manners do you credit, Liwen. A man of study, perhaps, but also of courtesy. We are not so far apart as our disciplines might suggest.”
He listens curiously as Berthan asks the mage about this 'test', wondering just what mage training entails.
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Kaelthor:
Kaelthor’s muscles had remained coiled, suspicion tugging at him as the kender had scampered past. Their laughter could have been a mask for mischief—or worse. The roads were full of strays these days, not all of them harmless. He had watched from his blind, weighing the chance that they were cutpurses or decoys for sharper blades waiting in ambush.
But when the pair slowed at the crest of the hill, there was no signal. No sudden whistle, no shifting of brush that might hide companions. Instead, their chatter carried on the wind—unfiltered, guileless. He caught words: 'Vogler… funeral… Ispin.' That name stilled him.
Kaelthor let out a slow breath, the tension in his shoulders easing as the caravan came into sight. A farmer’s wagon creaking with produce, a steaming contraption of gnomish design, and a knight on a horse that shone like hammered silver. The group gathered there was too large and too varied to be brigands—and the warmth between them spoke of shared roads and common cause.
'Friends of Ispin.' So the fox’s net was wider than Kaelthor had imagined. A half-smile ghosted across his lips, then was gone. He had come to stand in memory of their friend—these others had as well. Perhaps their paths were meant to run together.
Kaelthor shifted, loosening the brush and bracken that had hidden him. The kender’s laughter still echoed faintly down the road, now mingling with the creak of wagon wheels and the deep thud of hooves.
He let the forest close behind him, stepping out onto the packed dirt of the roadside. There he settled on a flat stone just off the track, cloak drawn about him, staff laid across his knees. To the casual eye he was only a weathered traveler pausing his march, perhaps waiting for the dust to settle before moving on.
Truth was, he would rather keep to his own path. Fewer voices, fewer chances for folly. But the world was sharp with teeth these days, and even the strong could be swallowed alone. If these were truly Ispin’s friends, then there was balance in walking with them—at least as far as Vogler.
So he sat, still as a carving, eyes half-lidded yet watchful. When the caravan came close, he would speak. For now, he waited.
Sorry, I'm on vacation and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
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Levna
Vexis action of kneeling to Levna, made her laugh. Up you get young Kender. Now remember Vexis that guarding vegetables is a serious business. Watch out for flies and wasps!
If you are good and don't devour everything you could ask Berthan for a ride on Sprite.
Vexis heard Berthan chuckle.
Levna rode on, she felt an itch between her shoulder blades, someone or something was watching.
Vartok while you are guarding the vegetables keep an eye on the woods for me. She was sure the Kender was able to pick out anything unusual. The problem would be to stop him investigating it.
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Artock
Saltyyes? AreyouperhapsarelativeofSaddlehopinNevermind? Fineartisan. Thisengineispoweredbysteam, blackstoneandwoodarebest. Oilistoodifficulttoget. Dealwiththedwarves, fine craftmenthemselves. Usemaptoensurebestrouteonroadsforwagon, headedforVoglerthenontoKalamantovisitcousin.
Andyou, areyouhereforthefuneral?
Salty
It took a minute for Salty to get use to Artock's manner of speaking. He had forgotten that most of his kind spoke as such, inthefastpacerunonsortofwayonedoeswhentheirbrainisworkingfasterthantheirmouthwillallow. He himself had worked hard to break the habit as he learned that those he worked with often had a difficult time with it. But it was a nice flashback of his origins, and one he could fall into quickly to make Artock comfortable.
"FromNevermindyes. RelativeofSaddlehopnobutseentheirworkoften. Ofcourseblackstone!" He forgot that was an option, and much safer than oil. "TothefuneralforIspinyes. Goodman,needtohonorandpayrespectsforallhe'sdone" "AnynewsfromNevermind,beenawaylongtimenow." "Worktheportyourcousindoes? HadaportcallinKalamanafewtimes."
Vardok
"Yes ma'am! You can count on me!" Vardok scrambles over the vegetables to the front of the wagon, keeping an eye on the edges of the woods. He has moved on from his tomato and has a potato in his hand, sniffing it and then setting it aside. Some are better cooked, that's for sure. Oh yeah, guard duty. He keeps his eyes peeled on the edges of the road, the trees, the rocks.
Perception : 18
"Hey Vexi, come over here a sec. Doesn't that rock look funny over there? By the edge of the road...Something weird about it." He bends down and picks up a nice head of broccoli and bites into it with gusto, considering.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Vexi
The kender's eyes go wide at the prospect of riding the giant horse, "Yes, yes yes, I will be good!" she shouts over her shoulder as she runs to attend to her new duties.
Vexi follows Vardok as he calls her up to the front of the wagon, she is extra careful of the cargo, making sure not to step on a single produce. She scowls at her friend when she sees him chomp into a fresh broccoli. "Stop that! We are supposed to be stopping flies and wasps from ruining these vegetables, not eat them! That's your last one!"
But then she realizes what he was asking her to do. She looks over at the rock herself.
Perception: 10
"What's weird about it? It's a rock and looks like some fungus or something is growing on it. You watch the woods, I'll watch the vegetables."
DM
Vardock sees movement and it wasn't the wind. It's moves just further camouflaged it. But Vardock is sure it is a person.
"Fine, fine, fine, this is my last one... for a bit. But don't you see that thing? It looks like somebody is trying to make themselves look like a rock. There's somebody under there, I'm sure of it!" Vardok stands up, perching precariously on the top of the wagon, a smile coming for just a fleeting second to his face I'm a wagon rider! Then he calls out to the procession "Hoooo! Whoa!... I see something, good Ser Knight! Ser Levna, over there, that rock doesn't look right! Is it a bandit? Something." *crunch* The last bit of the broccoli goes in his mouth and is swallowed down, then he moves his hand outward and a glowing, ethereal hand extends out toward the "rock", trying to remove whatever would be covering this thing, revealing what is underneath...
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.