Andor

Looking over the scrolls the sorcerer smiles ruefully "If I were a wizard I could copy these down and use them whenever I had need but we will only get the chance to cast each of these once, so we must use them wisely." Looking over at Krowen he bows his head continuing "this is a valuable gift, my thanks, I will try and make sure they help us do good things."

Putting the scrolls away carefully Andor makes a mental note to buy a scroll case when he gets a chance to protect the valuable gift they have been given properly.

After securing the scrolls Andor notices a Tressym come up closer to him, reaching out a hand he attempts to get the animal to climb up on him.

Charisma 20

OOC - it didn't scratch my eyes out at least!

Krowen, responding to Ladrian, says, "King Hekaton is the most powerful of all the giants. All six giant races fear and respect him and normally honor his wishes to avoid despoiling the realms of small folk and sparking conflict. Giant society...what they call the "ordning" ...is ultimately maintained by Hekaton. So, not only is it odd that the giants are roaming about creating chaos, it is odd that their king seems uninterested, or unable, to address the matter. The ordning is breaking, and the king is twiddling his thumbs in Maelstrom."

After a brief pause, the archmage continues, "The relationship between giants and dragons--chromatic dragons, that is--is one of pure animosity, Ladrian. They are ancient enemies. I will tell you this: if the dragons aren't involved in this uprising of the giants, then I can assure you they are watching it very closely."

As he moves about the room Andor attempts to befriend one of the Tressym, 

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Looking increasingly needy he moves on to the next one

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and then next one

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before one finally seems to like him. Concerned about looking desperate the sorcerer now tries to look a bit aloof but is clearly very relieved that not all the flying cat-like creatures hated him...

muttering to himself about how Rixton has a flying snake

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"Ah, unexpected," comments Krowen as he watches one of the tressym befriend Andor. "Sinari is typically intolerant of strangers."

(Tressym added to Andor's character sheet under "Creatures")

Andor

"So it's Sinari is it? A pleasure to meet you, my name is Andor, are you an adventurous type?  To be honest I generally try and hang back and throw spells at the enemy while Vigan runs in and does the dangerous bits but the other day we got into a fight with a whole bunch of orcs and orogs and that got quite tense, anyway I'm rambling..." Andor trails off flushing a little with embarrassment.

Ladrian

"And how are the orcs and trolls related to the giants?" Ladrian asks

"Orcs will do the giants' bidding if it promises power; trolls will do so if it provides food," he replies. "Simple creatures with simple wants...and tendencies for mindless destruction." 

Carrow 

Shuffling uneasily at the mention if his more savage brethren, Carrow crosses Andor. "The scrolls are a welcome edition could I perhaps see what they contain?" 

Turning now Carrow speaks directly to the Archmage "What is the latest intelligence on the giants movements? we believe they are gathering materials for something during these attacks, if our goals align then point us to where you think they may strike next" as he finished the sentence he wished he had never spoke. Fool he thought, what if the Archmage recognizes you, a long time ago Carrow had failed a mission for the Harpers. Left for dead very far from home, he wished to have no more involvement with the group nor did he want his membership common knowledge. He spoke with a need to drown out any misconceptions about the savagery and stupidity of his Orcish heritage, but in turn regreted opening his mouth. 

Krowen, narrows his gaze at Carrow, and a quizzical look crosses over his face. "You seem vaguely familiar..." he mutters softly. A few seconds later he continues, "The giants' movements have been difficult, if not impossible, to track. There doesn't seem to be any sort of large-scale planning or coordination. Small, disjointed, and sudden uprisings here and there...that seems to be the norm. And giants taking on underlings to help them, like what you saw in Triboar."

Dral, who has been silent for some time, chimes in, "The frost giants near Mirabar..."

"Yes, just like that. Frost giants who are surrounding themselves with goblins and hobgoblins," responds Krowen. He shakes his head. "Why?"

Rixton:

"What happened in Mirabar?"

"Nothing yet, according to our most recent information,"  responds the archmage.  "We've forged a mutually beneficial relationship with some members of the Lord's Alliance in that area. They've been monitoring things in The Lurkwood and Neverwinter Wood, and everything in between. They tell us that sightings of frost giants descending from the Spine have become more common of late. And some of those frosts are building relationships with goblin and hobgoblin clans."

"No good can come of that," quips Dral. 

Ladrian

"Are they still after other Nightstones? Where do they exist? That way you can better predict their movements... anyway what do you know about Nightstones ? Whats their interest in them? "

"I have no knowledge that multiple nightstones exist, Ladrian," responds Krowen. "If they do, then they're underground, buried by the passage of time, and I lack any familiarity with lore surrounding that piece of obsidian you've described in Nightstone."

Krowen takes a seat in one of the parlor chairs before continuing. "What you saw unearthed by the fire giants in Triboar, however..." Krowen trails off into silence for a bit as he searches his memory. "What you saw in Triboar may have been a piece of an ancient giant construct, something built long ago during the Thousand Year War, something the giant lords created to help them battle the dragons. It is hard to know for certain."

Rixton:

"Hmm..." I say. When did I read about that last?" I think back to my learning about the Thousand Year War to try and remember what the giants created.

History: 16"

The details are a bit sketchy but I do remember where I learned it. "My mother's library contains a history on that war. I'm sure we could find it someplace else, though."

Vigan

Listening to the conversation, the goliath leans against the parlor wall with his arms crossed, taking in the new information and pondering the course of action they should take.  He clears his throat as he pushes himself off from the wall.

"We surely have an opportunity to kill these frost giants before they move on a settlement with goblins and hobgoblins in tow.  We could also attempt to kill the leaders of these goblins and hobgoblins; the deaths would throw the tribes into chaos as they fight each other to become leader, and weaken any attacks the giants are thinking of."

Vigan looks towards Krowen, addressing him directly. "I am with the Alliance, tell me who we would speak with when we reach Mirabar."

Carrow 

"I agree with Vigan a strike against potential allies of the giants could help our cause greatly" Another large scale attack could be averted by tackling the Goblins directly he thought. "But what if a larger threat looms" he mused plucking the thought from his mind "what if the giants are stirred by something into this course of action, to rebuild whatever it is you speak of, to defend themselves with it, has anybody sent an emissary to Hekaton?"

Krowen nods his head as Vigan reveals his connection to the Lord's Alliance. "The Merkenshards. Is that correct, Dral?"

"Yes, Mithro and Benrik," replies Dral. "Twin brothers. Dwarves. Mirror images of one another. But they're not often in Mirabar. They're more often traveling back and forth between Mirabar and Longsaddle, keeping an eye open for any trouble on the Long Road. I suggest that you stop by the Winterfell distillery in Mirabar. Folks there should know the brothers' whereabouts."

"An emissary to Hekaton," echoes Krowen after hearing Carrow's question. "A sensible notion, no doubt. The time seems right, but a journey to Maelstrom is one that few can make. Hekaton's stronghold, it is said, lies on the floor of the Trackless Sea."

Rixton:

"Well," I say with some regret in my voice, "If we are teleporting to Miribar and then riding to Longsaddle, I'll need to make arrangements for my horse. I probably will have to sell her if I am to afford a horse in Miribar. How can we get to town and back?"

The wine teleported us just a short distance within Everlund--from Danivarr's House to Moongleam Tower. The walk from here to the stables will take less than ten minutes," Dral responds. "I should make my way back to Danivarr's myself, Krowen. Farewell."

"Yes, whenever you wish to use this teleportation circle in Everlund, all of us in Moongleam Tower know to grant you access," Krowen adds. 

Rixton:

"I'll got take care of the horses," I say, making sure everyone acknowledges before leaving. Then I excuse myself and find my way to the exit of Moongleam Tower. Then I try to orient myself in town, eventually asking for directions to Marlee's place. At the stable, I unpack my gear from Viola, including her saddle and tack. I say my goodbyes to the horse I've really only known for a couple of weeks, giving her a couple of carrots from my rations as a thanks for being a good horse. Then I seek out and inquire with the proprietor about finding a good price for her.