The tinker cleaned up after the minor set back with his trinket blackened his face. He returned shortly after, humbled just a little. He ate a portion of the stew, enjoyed the company and the fire, then retired to a space near the gnome wagon. He hoped that a small bit of heat remaining from the boiler would help keep the cold at bay as he slept.
He wakes in the early morning as Kaelthor makes his rounds announcing the coming of the dawn. He quickly rolls over and scrambles to his belongings. "No, not that tool! This isn't what I'm looking for!' as he begins to dump rations from the pack. After a shake of the bag, he finally reaches into the backpack. A calm crosses his mind as his fingers find that which he searched for. An unknowable warmth radiates up and into the small fellow almost as if the sun rise was occurring at the same time as his hand was pulled forth from his canvassed container (but only for the gnome).
"By the gods..." the words in a whisper escape his mouth. Several visions flash through his mind, some, events he recalls, others unknown to him. "I shall call you...Wright, Reorx's Wright, and with you, I will make things right." his voice barely louder than before. He puts the talisman away (but close) and repacks that which he has scattered. A renewed feeling that perhaps Ispin (and others) are watching over him...and the group.
Cassian stirs awake with a sharp intake of breath, the echo of dragonfire and clashing steel still ringing in his ears. For a heartbeat he thinks it no more than a soldier’s nightmare, but when instinct drives his hand to his pack, his breath stills. Nestled among his belongings lies the talisman: silver worked into the form of Draco Paladine, gleaming. He lifts it with reverent care and feels its warmth seep into his palm.
The honor is humbling, but the weight of it presses heavy on his chest. This blessing is a call to arms, a promise of battles yet to come, and if the vision holds truth, those battles will be desperate indeed. He closes his hand around the talisman, bows his head briefly in silent prayer, then tucks it safely away. When he rises, he glances toward his companions.
“How did you sleep?” he asks with his usual earnest smile, not wanting to concern anyone.
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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| Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA| 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 | Yua - Human Wizard - Carrion Crown |
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Salty
The tinker cleaned up after the minor set back with his trinket blackened his face. He returned shortly after, humbled just a little. He ate a portion of the stew, enjoyed the company and the fire, then retired to a space near the gnome wagon. He hoped that a small bit of heat remaining from the boiler would help keep the cold at bay as he slept.
He wakes in the early morning as Kaelthor makes his rounds announcing the coming of the dawn. He quickly rolls over and scrambles to his belongings. "No, not that tool! This isn't what I'm looking for!' as he begins to dump rations from the pack. After a shake of the bag, he finally reaches into the backpack. A calm crosses his mind as his fingers find that which he searched for. An unknowable warmth radiates up and into the small fellow almost as if the sun rise was occurring at the same time as his hand was pulled forth from his canvassed container (but only for the gnome).
"By the gods..." the words in a whisper escape his mouth. Several visions flash through his mind, some, events he recalls, others unknown to him. "I shall call you...Wright, Reorx's Wright, and with you, I will make things right." his voice barely louder than before. He puts the talisman away (but close) and repacks that which he has scattered. A renewed feeling that perhaps Ispin (and others) are watching over him...and the group.
Cassian
Cassian stirs awake with a sharp intake of breath, the echo of dragonfire and clashing steel still ringing in his ears. For a heartbeat he thinks it no more than a soldier’s nightmare, but when instinct drives his hand to his pack, his breath stills. Nestled among his belongings lies the talisman: silver worked into the form of Draco Paladine, gleaming. He lifts it with reverent care and feels its warmth seep into his palm.
The honor is humbling, but the weight of it presses heavy on his chest. This blessing is a call to arms, a promise of battles yet to come, and if the vision holds truth, those battles will be desperate indeed. He closes his hand around the talisman, bows his head briefly in silent prayer, then tucks it safely away. When he rises, he glances toward his companions.
“How did you sleep?” he asks with his usual earnest smile, not wanting to concern anyone.
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA | 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 | Yua - Human Wizard - Carrion Crown |