"A gift is hardly a gift when one expects repayment, my friend." Rhogar said mirthfully. "But, I do appreciate the sentiment nonetheless." He replied prior to business with Kazri taking him away, and leaving him fairly at a loss.
Later at the house!:
"Mn. Perhaps this would explain why Brother Vixix had been quiet these past few months. For it seems my work here is not yet done."Rhogar grins soon turns into a small frown. "Though you do mean the Icewind Dales, yes? Not Luskan? Because if it is... in either which case, let it be our business there is done swiftly, or if we must stop there, it's for no more than a day. For what I've heard of the particular city is... disquieting. Understandable to an extent, but-...."He shakes his head while growling under breath.
"Regardless, we best make what preparations we can in Neverwinter -- Which by the way is fairly warm, Chip, thanks to something to do with Hotenewy or whatever it's called." He adds, making some offhanded gesture. "Hints the name 'Never Winter'. Hoho. Those clever founders."He snorts. "I take it will be leaving at first light, I take it?"
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"I am ready to go at the first light." replies Krom. The dwarf murmurs a prayer of Sending aimed to his cousin Barin "Moradin needs me and the Fellowship in the far north. I may take a while. Keep Axeholm safe and running."
"I have all my weapons and supplies with me, I will load them in our carriage as soon as we are done."
"To tell the truth Mr. Nimbatuul, I am not sure where we are heading." Kazri replies to Rhogar's question. "My understanding is that we should get more detail once we arrive at Neverwinter, and board this ship that will take us north. I believe."
"Very well." Says Kazri after Krom. "Gentlemen, if we are all in agreement, and ready, I would like to suggest that we leave at first light."
Afterwards, Kazri approaches Krom. "Master Krom. I would like to apologize for not doing this earlier. I would like to thank you for the shield you have crafted for me. As always, it is clearly made of great craftsmanship."
(@Krom. Cousin Barin?? LOL)
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Maybe Never Winter is warm..... When I think North I think Cold... Maybe it is never...not... winter.. like always winter?" Chip would add with a shrug before tapping his claw to his chin. "Rek, is Neverwinter cold?" He would ask with genuine interest.
Rhogar had nodded understandingly at the answer from kazri, and might've remained pensive about it if not for Chip. Both Rhogar and Ghorar facepalm. "Chip... I-.... Well, I suppose I didn't express this sooner. But, I've been Neverwinter for the past few months for the most part as well."He said, giving his fellow dragonborn a mirthful smirk towards the end. "So, I would think I would know."
"Only the docks really get cold at all, though that is to be expected."He starts and with a "Speaking of which!",he pulls from a thus far nondescript satchel slung over his shoulder a parcel of some sort. "Kazri! Before I forget-..."He called over to as he got to approach her. "For you. Sorry it took so long to return it. I had thought I might find time to further alter the design, but our old windmill friend has kept quite busy." With that, the parcel is held out for her. Within which lied the clothing she spared him, only perhaps not quite as solely practical as they once were. It someways it now seemed almost 'alive', pleasingly soft to the touch, and embroidered in some place to better fit a more nature-y theme.
(If there was time, he probably would've made more, but as it stands I figure I'd throw out possiblities for the appearance. Though ultimately its up to Kazri/Wolfy in the end.)
If a Dress:
If closer to casual/pragmatic(assumes there's matching breeches/pants to the bottom):
The Fellowship spent the evening discussing the their plans and made last minute arrangements to head north.
Still unsure exactly where they needed to go Kazri awoke the next day determined to head for Neverwinter and figure it out along the way.
Some clarification comes in the form of a letter addressed to her. As the party gathered to leave a small boy approached.
"Miss Kazri? This is for you. Sister Garaele asked me to deliver first thing this morning."
He holds out an envelope. You take it from him and toss him a silver piece in thanks. The boys eyes light up as he looks at the coin, thanks you, and then runs off.
"Don't spend it all on sweets!" You call to him but you know he will.
Opening the letter you see it is from Sister Garaele and is written in a strong but graceful script.
To Kazri and the Fellowship of the White Cloaks,
I had hoped to meet with you again in person but last minute business has me leaving town. Enclosed you will find a Letter of Passage for the ship Icebreaker. It is currently docked in Neverwinter and is headed north in a tenday. They are expecting your party and expenses for the voyage north have been paid. Look into the rumors of trouble to the north and deal with them as you can. I wish I had more information to provide you but I trust your judgment and the skills of your companions.
Signed,
Sister Garaele
PS. Do NOT use It again, not for any reason whatever! Do not travel by night!
PPS. Make sure that it is the real Icebreaker. There are many strange ships at the docks. The captain's true name is Aragorn.
PPPS. I hope Rimmy sends this promptly. A worthy boy, but his memory is like a lumber-room: things wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
Chip would turn to Rhogar and hold up his hands. "Well why didn't ya say that to start!" He would say with a grin. "i'll take yer word for it then I suppose" he would add before taking out one of his lutes and strumming just a few chords as small white glowing snowflakes seemingly fall around them.
Earlier with Rekuberk:
"A gift is hardly a gift when one expects repayment, my friend." Rhogar said mirthfully. "But, I do appreciate the sentiment nonetheless." He replied prior to business with Kazri taking him away, and leaving him fairly at a loss.
Later at the house!:
"Mn. Perhaps this would explain why Brother Vixix had been quiet these past few months. For it seems my work here is not yet done." Rhogar grins soon turns into a small frown. "Though you do mean the Icewind Dales, yes? Not Luskan? Because if it is... in either which case, let it be our business there is done swiftly, or if we must stop there, it's for no more than a day. For what I've heard of the particular city is... disquieting. Understandable to an extent, but-...." He shakes his head while growling under breath.
"Regardless, we best make what preparations we can in Neverwinter -- Which by the way is fairly warm, Chip, thanks to something to do with Hotenewy or whatever it's called." He adds, making some offhanded gesture. "Hints the name 'Never Winter'. Hoho. Those clever founders." He snorts. "I take it will be leaving at first light, I take it?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I am ready to go at the first light." replies Krom. The dwarf murmurs a prayer of Sending aimed to his cousin Barin "Moradin needs me and the Fellowship in the far north. I may take a while. Keep Axeholm safe and running."
"I have all my weapons and supplies with me, I will load them in our carriage as soon as we are done."
"To tell the truth Mr. Nimbatuul, I am not sure where we are heading." Kazri replies to Rhogar's question. "My understanding is that we should get more detail once we arrive at Neverwinter, and board this ship that will take us north. I believe."
"Very well." Says Kazri after Krom. "Gentlemen, if we are all in agreement, and ready, I would like to suggest that we leave at first light."
Afterwards, Kazri approaches Krom. "Master Krom. I would like to apologize for not doing this earlier. I would like to thank you for the shield you have crafted for me. As always, it is clearly made of great craftsmanship."
(@Krom. Cousin Barin?? LOL)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Do not mention it lass, it is always a pleasure to craft items such that shield." replies Krom "I hope that it will serve you well."
"I wonder where our next adventure will take us. I am not a great fan of ships, but I will do my best to enjoy this sea trip."
"Maybe Never Winter is warm..... When I think North I think Cold... Maybe it is never...not... winter.. like always winter?" Chip would add with a shrug before tapping his claw to his chin. "Rek, is Neverwinter cold?" He would ask with genuine interest.
Rhogar had nodded understandingly at the answer from kazri, and might've remained pensive about it if not for Chip. Both Rhogar and Ghorar facepalm. "Chip... I-.... Well, I suppose I didn't express this sooner. But, I've been Neverwinter for the past few months for the most part as well." He said, giving his fellow dragonborn a mirthful smirk towards the end. "So, I would think I would know."
"Only the docks really get cold at all, though that is to be expected." He starts and with a "Speaking of which!", he pulls from a thus far nondescript satchel slung over his shoulder a parcel of some sort. "Kazri! Before I forget-..." He called over to as he got to approach her. "For you. Sorry it took so long to return it. I had thought I might find time to further alter the design, but our old windmill friend has kept quite busy." With that, the parcel is held out for her. Within which lied the clothing she spared him, only perhaps not quite as solely practical as they once were. It someways it now seemed almost 'alive', pleasingly soft to the touch, and embroidered in some place to better fit a more nature-y theme.
(If there was time, he probably would've made more, but as it stands I figure I'd throw out possiblities for the appearance. Though ultimately its up to Kazri/Wolfy in the end.)
If a Dress:
If closer to casual/pragmatic(assumes there's matching breeches/pants to the bottom):
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The Fellowship spent the evening discussing the their plans and made last minute arrangements to head north.
Still unsure exactly where they needed to go Kazri awoke the next day determined to head for Neverwinter and figure it out along the way.
Some clarification comes in the form of a letter addressed to her. As the party gathered to leave a small boy approached.
"Miss Kazri? This is for you. Sister Garaele asked me to deliver first thing this morning."
He holds out an envelope. You take it from him and toss him a silver piece in thanks. The boys eyes light up as he looks at the coin, thanks you, and then runs off.
"Don't spend it all on sweets!" You call to him but you know he will.
Opening the letter you see it is from Sister Garaele and is written in a strong but graceful script.
To Kazri and the Fellowship of the White Cloaks,
I had hoped to meet with you again in person but last minute business has me leaving town. Enclosed you will find a Letter of Passage for the ship Icebreaker. It is currently docked in Neverwinter and is headed north in a tenday. They are expecting your party and expenses for the voyage north have been paid. Look into the rumors of trouble to the north and deal with them as you can. I wish I had more information to provide you but I trust your judgment and the skills of your companions.
Signed,
Sister Garaele
PS. Do NOT use It again, not for any reason whatever! Do not travel by night!
PPS. Make sure that it is the real Icebreaker. There are many strange ships at the docks. The captain's true name is Aragorn.
PPPS. I hope Rimmy sends this promptly. A worthy boy, but his memory is like a lumber-room: things wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
Chip would turn to Rhogar and hold up his hands. "Well why didn't ya say that to start!" He would say with a grin. "i'll take yer word for it then I suppose" he would add before taking out one of his lutes and strumming just a few chords as small white glowing snowflakes seemingly fall around them.
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