Well,Nat responds to the champion, I'm glad to have helped in your victory. It's a... sort of magic that I do. He relaxes a little and leans back his chair. I reckon we'll get to know each others' talents pretty well. So, apology accepted, and by the Gods I will take that drink and gladly. He looks around for a possible source of food and drink. After all, we should celebrate. We are all winners, after a fashion. Even those of us who died. He laughs at that and seems to be trying to convince himself. So. Alici,he points at Alici, Nat, he points at himself, and... he indicates the other two, I'm not sure I got your names...
"Are you and your friends ready to order," she asks curiously glancing around the table.
You all order breakfast and drinks which come in an orderly fashion. The party lingers an around before an obviously elven man (who's hiding his half heritage badly) in a dark purple almost black cloak enters the bar and approaches the group. He winks at Duc who recognises him from the party the night before. Duc caught him constantly staring at her but he never approached until now.
"Nice to see you guys can make friends eh," he says in a forgien accented voice (think Eastern Europe) grinning at Duc and the party before leaning on the table. The gnome woman then rushes over with a tankard of something that seems oddly of cloves and hands it over before the half-elf man downs it. "Ready to head out," he asks curiously looking to Duc plucking an apple off the table someone's not eaten and taking a noisey bite smiling.
"I am , my companions can speak for themselves I am sure. Shall we see what the day holds for us?" Duc stands, checking her cloak, still unfamiliar to her is laying correctly before moving away. As he hand touches the mail near her throat she freezes momentarily before continuing with her preparations.
"I am Retiog of the Red Wolf clan," the half-orc replies simply to Nat. "I don't feel like a winner, but since I still have my life... that is something."
"Who are you?" Retiog asks the half-elf as he rises from his chair.
Nat grabs two apples from the table and pockets them as he stands. Of course we're ready. It's a bright and exciting new day, I, um, imagine, he says as he looks around for a window that might tell him. He sprints to catch up with Duc. So, any idea where we're headed?
"No, but I suppose our new friend here will be letting us know something, if not everything, about what we need to do." Duc sounds nonchalant but is scanning the area carefully as she moves along.
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"Gimble Warwick," the half-elf replies with a curt low bow. "Good to meet the dead risen," he adds with a wink a Alici. "I have a map and some loot to secure for another....job," Gimble explains as he moves towards the exit adjusting the same cloak that Duc now wears around his shoulders before stepping out into the street bustling with morning business.
It's a sunny day with a shift breeze coming from the harbor which is only a short distance away. Gimble seems to be leading the party somewhere.
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Alici nods and stands wordlessly, having already checked her gear while they were below. She walks behind everyone, watching Gimble but also turning every once in a while to look behind them. She muses a bit, wondering if they will draw any attention but quickly returns to keeping a watchful eye on the streets and her new companions.
Nat follows a short way behind Duc, and as they leave, he turns to get a good view of what is apparently called the Rusty Anchor. As they walk, he focuses his attention on learning the layout of the streets and being able to find his way back to the Anchor quickly and easily. Unless she objects, he will walk alongside Alici and mostly keep his mouth shut as they go.
Alici slows slightly and looks at Nat briefly as he falls back next to her, but doesn't say anything, then continues to look for potential threats and walking.
Retiog keeps pace behind the champion and their guide. Typically not one to be wandering a city, the half-orc watches the passersby to gauge their reaction to himself and the party, who are seemingly just out for a walk while armed to the teeth.
Moving through the docks no one seems to notice the party or actively avoid them with Gimble at yhe lead. It seems this rough area of town knows their true masters don't sit on gilded seats in the ivory towers of Coarthann! Your party moves easily. Gimble accepts gifts from passing street vendors and harkers tip their hats to him. He passes back some fine dried meats, a bottle of some sort of liquor, and a sack weighed now with what looks like caldrops!
You walk for quiet a way until stopping at a livery.
"It's two nights there and back again. I hope you lot can ride," Gimble says grinning as he enters the stables.
A stout human man and a thin woman look like they're arguing but stop as some as Gimble darkens their door.
"Horses for you master Tarwick? For...all your friends," the human says look anxiously at the party as if counting you one by one. His eyes fall heavy on Retiog and a frown flickers over his pudgy face before his manufacture smile returns!
"Ah 5 horses mi'lord," the human woman says without hesitation smiling. "They'll be saddle and ready in just a moment. Would you care for....breakfast while you're waiting," the woman asks beaming at Gimble as the human man scurries off.
"No," Gimble replies. "Just the horses Sybil. How lovely you look today might I add," the half elf flatters the woman who's not plain but not exactly a beauty either, his words seem genuine enough!
"Your too kind," Sybil replies eyeing Alici and Duc suspiciously before smiling. "New faces," she then asks, "or old ones wearing new ones," she adds laughing as Gimble does not correct her only shrugs.
"It's a mystery to me. I just like to acquire things for people," Gimble replies beaming a smile as Sybil chuckles.
"Long journey then," Sybil presses.
"No...one or two days. We'll have the horses back here no problem," he adds as Sybil nods.
It takes another 10 minutes of tedious chatter but the human man returns.
"Five saddled and waiting. Would your...outing require them to wear barding? I didn't ask before and it's going to take a few minutes to put it on," he adds still looking anxious as he leads the party out to the stable yard where five fine horses two gray, two bay, and a single black horse stand.
"Oh uh... I should think not," Gimble replies giving it no thought whatsoever! "I'll make sure to record this exchange from your debt Deeds," he then adds as the human man nods and Gimble ushers the party to the horses selecting the black for his own. "Come we're losing daylight," he adds to the party urging the horse forward towards the street with little effort but a clucking of his tongue.
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"Seems straightforward enough, come on - you are with me" Duc says to one of the greys, taking the reins and gently attempting to lead it away after Gimble.
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Nat approaches one of the bays warily, glancing at Sybil. Does she, or he, have a name? He turns his attention back to the horse, and edges a little closer, gently taking the reigns: Animal Handling: 14. I'm sure you're not going to be any trouble at allsays Nat, sounding sure of nothing of the sort.
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Duc mounts without problem while Nat mounts but the horse just kind of stands there until Dison gives it a nudge.
"She's stubborn but a good mount. I call her Aster but she'll answer to any thing said kindly enough," the stout human says giving Nat a curt nod.
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Aster, is it? Hi, Aster.Well, let's be on our way. He moves the horse forward, before turning back and replying to Sybil. Thank you. He gives a small wave, and then turns back, picking up the pace to catch Duc. Again, he's trying to fix the location of the stables in his mind. He looks over at Duc, but there doesn't seem to be much to say, and it's a bit public to say anything important. So he holds his tongue and tries to learn Aster's quirks and preferences in a rider, just in case he needs to rely on her to save his life before this is done.
"I have some experience with these animals," Retiog replies to Gimble. He walks over and takes the reins and gives the human man a nod. "Is there a problem here?" he asks as he swings himself up onto the horse.
The man ignores Retiog and goes back into the livery.
"Don't mind that old fool. He gambles his money on pit fights. It's a way to live I guess...but he always bets on orcs. Full or otherwise my handsome friend as I'm sure you know even orcs can lose," he adds with a wink urging his horse on.
Alici pets the horse gently. She examines the saddlebags and straps her equipment in tightly, then swings up onto its back with an ease that tells you she has had practice. "Sybil, Gimble," she nods, "you have my thanks." She falls into line behind her new companions, scanning for danger all the while.
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Well, Nat responds to the champion, I'm glad to have helped in your victory. It's a... sort of magic that I do. He relaxes a little and leans back his chair. I reckon we'll get to know each others' talents pretty well. So, apology accepted, and by the Gods I will take that drink and gladly. He looks around for a possible source of food and drink. After all, we should celebrate. We are all winners, after a fashion. Even those of us who died. He laughs at that and seems to be trying to convince himself. So. Alici, he points at Alici, Nat, he points at himself, and... he indicates the other two, I'm not sure I got your names...
"My name is Duquesse, but please call me Duc, I'd prefer that Nat."
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The gnome returns with a smile.
"Are you and your friends ready to order," she asks curiously glancing around the table.
You all order breakfast and drinks which come in an orderly fashion. The party lingers an around before an obviously elven man (who's hiding his half heritage badly) in a dark purple almost black cloak enters the bar and approaches the group. He winks at Duc who recognises him from the party the night before. Duc caught him constantly staring at her but he never approached until now.
"Nice to see you guys can make friends eh," he says in a forgien accented voice (think Eastern Europe) grinning at Duc and the party before leaning on the table. The gnome woman then rushes over with a tankard of something that seems oddly of cloves and hands it over before the half-elf man downs it. "Ready to head out," he asks curiously looking to Duc plucking an apple off the table someone's not eaten and taking a noisey bite smiling.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I am , my companions can speak for themselves I am sure. Shall we see what the day holds for us?" Duc stands, checking her cloak, still unfamiliar to her is laying correctly before moving away. As he hand touches the mail near her throat she freezes momentarily before continuing with her preparations.
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"I am Retiog of the Red Wolf clan," the half-orc replies simply to Nat. "I don't feel like a winner, but since I still have my life... that is something."
"Who are you?" Retiog asks the half-elf as he rises from his chair.
Nat grabs two apples from the table and pockets them as he stands. Of course we're ready. It's a bright and exciting new day, I, um, imagine, he says as he looks around for a window that might tell him. He sprints to catch up with Duc. So, any idea where we're headed?
"No, but I suppose our new friend here will be letting us know something, if not everything, about what we need to do." Duc sounds nonchalant but is scanning the area carefully as she moves along.
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"Gimble Warwick," the half-elf replies with a curt low bow. "Good to meet the dead risen," he adds with a wink a Alici. "I have a map and some loot to secure for another....job," Gimble explains as he moves towards the exit adjusting the same cloak that Duc now wears around his shoulders before stepping out into the street bustling with morning business.
It's a sunny day with a shift breeze coming from the harbor which is only a short distance away. Gimble seems to be leading the party somewhere.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Alici nods and stands wordlessly, having already checked her gear while they were below. She walks behind everyone, watching Gimble but also turning every once in a while to look behind them. She muses a bit, wondering if they will draw any attention but quickly returns to keeping a watchful eye on the streets and her new companions.
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Nat follows a short way behind Duc, and as they leave, he turns to get a good view of what is apparently called the Rusty Anchor. As they walk, he focuses his attention on learning the layout of the streets and being able to find his way back to the Anchor quickly and easily. Unless she objects, he will walk alongside Alici and mostly keep his mouth shut as they go.
Alici slows slightly and looks at Nat briefly as he falls back next to her, but doesn't say anything, then continues to look for potential threats and walking.
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Retiog keeps pace behind the champion and their guide. Typically not one to be wandering a city, the half-orc watches the passersby to gauge their reaction to himself and the party, who are seemingly just out for a walk while armed to the teeth.
Perception 14
Moving through the docks no one seems to notice the party or actively avoid them with Gimble at yhe lead. It seems this rough area of town knows their true masters don't sit on gilded seats in the ivory towers of Coarthann! Your party moves easily. Gimble accepts gifts from passing street vendors and harkers tip their hats to him. He passes back some fine dried meats, a bottle of some sort of liquor, and a sack weighed now with what looks like caldrops!
You walk for quiet a way until stopping at a livery.
"It's two nights there and back again. I hope you lot can ride," Gimble says grinning as he enters the stables.
A stout human man and a thin woman look like they're arguing but stop as some as Gimble darkens their door.
"Horses for you master Tarwick? For...all your friends," the human says look anxiously at the party as if counting you one by one. His eyes fall heavy on Retiog and a frown flickers over his pudgy face before his manufacture smile returns!
"Ah 5 horses mi'lord," the human woman says without hesitation smiling. "They'll be saddle and ready in just a moment. Would you care for....breakfast while you're waiting," the woman asks beaming at Gimble as the human man scurries off.
"No," Gimble replies. "Just the horses Sybil. How lovely you look today might I add," the half elf flatters the woman who's not plain but not exactly a beauty either, his words seem genuine enough!
"Your too kind," Sybil replies eyeing Alici and Duc suspiciously before smiling. "New faces," she then asks, "or old ones wearing new ones," she adds laughing as Gimble does not correct her only shrugs.
"It's a mystery to me. I just like to acquire things for people," Gimble replies beaming a smile as Sybil chuckles.
"Long journey then," Sybil presses.
"No...one or two days. We'll have the horses back here no problem," he adds as Sybil nods.
It takes another 10 minutes of tedious chatter but the human man returns.
"Five saddled and waiting. Would your...outing require them to wear barding? I didn't ask before and it's going to take a few minutes to put it on," he adds still looking anxious as he leads the party out to the stable yard where five fine horses two gray, two bay, and a single black horse stand.
"Oh uh... I should think not," Gimble replies giving it no thought whatsoever! "I'll make sure to record this exchange from your debt Deeds," he then adds as the human man nods and Gimble ushers the party to the horses selecting the black for his own. "Come we're losing daylight," he adds to the party urging the horse forward towards the street with little effort but a clucking of his tongue.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Seems straightforward enough, come on - you are with me" Duc says to one of the greys, taking the reins and gently attempting to lead it away after Gimble.
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Nat approaches one of the bays warily, glancing at Sybil. Does she, or he, have a name? He turns his attention back to the horse, and edges a little closer, gently taking the reigns: Animal Handling: 14. I'm sure you're not going to be any trouble at all says Nat, sounding sure of nothing of the sort.
OOC: I appreciate the rolls but I'll say at y'alls level you've handled horses before. If you'd like to do like a fancy move or say a monster appears to spook the horses I'll make y'all roll!
Duc mounts without problem while Nat mounts but the horse just kind of stands there until Dison gives it a nudge.
"She's stubborn but a good mount. I call her Aster but she'll answer to any thing said kindly enough," the stout human says giving Nat a curt nod.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Aster, is it? Hi, Aster. Well, let's be on our way. He moves the horse forward, before turning back and replying to Sybil. Thank you. He gives a small wave, and then turns back, picking up the pace to catch Duc. Again, he's trying to fix the location of the stables in his mind. He looks over at Duc, but there doesn't seem to be much to say, and it's a bit public to say anything important. So he holds his tongue and tries to learn Aster's quirks and preferences in a rider, just in case he needs to rely on her to save his life before this is done.
"I have some experience with these animals," Retiog replies to Gimble. He walks over and takes the reins and gives the human man a nod. "Is there a problem here?" he asks as he swings himself up onto the horse.
The man ignores Retiog and goes back into the livery.
"Don't mind that old fool. He gambles his money on pit fights. It's a way to live I guess...but he always bets on orcs. Full or otherwise my handsome friend as I'm sure you know even orcs can lose," he adds with a wink urging his horse on.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Alici pets the horse gently. She examines the saddlebags and straps her equipment in tightly, then swings up onto its back with an ease that tells you she has had practice. "Sybil, Gimble," she nods, "you have my thanks." She falls into line behind her new companions, scanning for danger all the while.
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