"A dragon eh? Can't be much different than a dinosaur. This seems far more interesting than riding in merchant wagons. Although we'll have more joy in that if we ride them north. But it's been a while since I was with a good crew. I'll join you. I can offer my skills as a scout."
Chill stands and he pulls his hood off of his head. He's a little over 6 feet in height with a slender build. A rapier hangs from his hip and he wears dark clothing. A crossbow is attached to his pack.
Kazri thanks the guards for the information. "There might be a dragon out there, but we should keep our eyes peeled to the road. Chances are higher that we may be assaulted by bandits." She looks around the people sitting at the table, studying their expression. "Therefore, I believe we should take this opportunity to discuss our plans for tomorrow. I will be on foot and stay close to the wagon. I would like to know if we have a volunteer to take point and another person to watch our back. I supposed we will find out if our patron will be generous enough to provide us a driver."
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."
Rekuberk twitches a bit when the dragonborn so casually says he has never heard of his famous parents before he shakes his head and resists the urge to begin a long tail about all of their exploits. He is helped as more people begin to talk, smirking proudly as his sword is complimented. His hand goes out to rest on the pommel almost like it was some kind of fancy and very sharp walking stick.
"Well that is good to know. I shall make my way to the caravan master quickly. I will be glad to travel with any who take up the job as well." The half orc gets to his feet and readies himself to find this Dale person.
"Hohoho! Hold on there, Mister Reku-... Reka... Reba! That's it! Might wanna hold off there for a second, Mister Reba. Pretty sure that other mentioned meeting Master Dale in the morning. And, uh, I'm not exactly from around these parts, but I'm pretty sure disturbing someone when their bedding down is not very polite." Rhogar says to the half-orc, and then suddenly whips around gesturing to Chill and Khazri. "And you two!" He pauses, furrows his eye ridges as much as any dragonborn can, and then chuckles.
"I had a question there, but I totally forgot it. But you(Kazri) seem pretty convinced they'll even take us on. Is things in general /that/ bad out this way? Not saying that everyone here cuts a rather impressive figure, the stoutly human(Krom) aside, but do you know this Master Dale, Lady... I am drawing a blank here -- what was your name again?"
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At being called Reba of all things, Rekuberk begin reach for one of the handaxes that he keeps securely strapped to his belt. Just as his hand begins to wrap around the haft he pulls his hand back and instead calls for another drink that he downs as fast as he possibly can. "My name is Rekuberk. R-E-K-U-B-E-R-K." He says while talking to Rhogar as if speaking to a child.
"Rekuberk..will wreck a jerk....for messing up his nane..." The dragonborn would sing to himself as he taps a brass colored claw to his busted horn "And although Rhogar means well.. Rekuberk will give him hell... and crush him all the same...." Chip would smile wide and look at the others."I like this group already! Just a few minutes together and the creative juices are flowing!" He would exclaim with excitement as he slaps the table hard, shaking the beers and ale.
Kazri notices that the Half-Orc is losing his temper, she puts her hand on one of his shoulders. “Easy there big fellow. I believe our friend here is just a little nervous. That’s all.”
She turns to the Dragonborn, her medallion glows faintly for a second and fades, then with a calm and collected demeanor says. “My name is Kazri, Mr. Nimbatuul. It does not look like there is anyone else here willing to go north, specially to a place with a 'dragon' making its nest in the area near it. We are not forcing you to go, you may do as you please. As for the caravan master. I am sure he will take any help he can get.”
Them she addresses the party. “So... Anyone would like to take point?”
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."
Chill sits quietly as the others discuss the plans for the morning. He sips his drink, plain water, and smiles when the dragonborn gets the half-orcs name wrong.
"Rek, may I call you Rek? The whole thing may be too much for me to say all of the time. Let me buy you a drink and we can talk about what we will do in the morning. Dale, I am sure, is sleeping, being the caravan master. He'll have some guards up but that will be it. I wouldn't bother him if it isn't needed. It'll take time to get the caravan moving in the morning anyways, we'll have time."
He looks to Kazri
"I'm a scout by trade, but unless the caravan master offers a horse to ride those draft horses will out walk us if one of us tries to walk ahead. I'd rather ride on the wagon's anyways. They'll be time for walking later I'm sure. A strong show of force is what keeps the bandit's away from what I have seen. They are headed north, and that's enough to know for now for me. We'll see if they are headed for this Phandalin or somewhere else. Any of you know this area, is Phandalin on the High Road? I'm not from around here."
"I'll walk ahead!" Chip would say with a smile, looking to Kazri. "I am pretty good at playing and walking at the same time. Just think of me as the caravan's herald! It will be fine" The brass dragonborn would say with a wink. "I figure the warm soothing sounds of my lute can warm even the most icy bandits heart!.. and well... otherwise.... worst case I draw all their fire and they give up their positions before the rest of you enter their kill box.. but doubt that is something we need to worry about!" He would say casually waving his thick clawed hand as if dismissing the idea.
Rekuberk seems less then pleased with the idea as if that was some childish nickname to him that is used by someone to patronize him. He finally shrugs as if to tell Chill to do as he wishes. "Well if we are going to wait then perhaps we should call it a night so that we can wake early and find the caravan leader."
Krom finishes another drink and says to Kazri "I can walk either next to you or on the back of the wagon, your choice. You seems to know your trade very well so I'll defer to your judgement lass. Do not worry, my legs may be a bit shorter than yours, but I can assure you that I can keep a pretty fast pace." Krom then orders another pint of ale and looking to Chip says "Chip, do not that this personally, but I think that it's better if leave the scouting business to a professional scout, just in case." "Phandalin is near the High Road, but we will have to leave it if we want to reach it. Anyway see you all in the morning, I'm sure we will find him soon enough and he will be very gladly to have some additional help" He then proceeds to drink very quickly his ale and leaves the table.
If Rhogar had noticed Rekuberk's anger at all, it never shows on his face. He does clearly get wrapped up in thought, silently miming the name and chin again. "Only a human could come up with so strange a name."He eventually says without really looking at anyone at the time. He shrugged afterwards, and with an easy going smile started to kick back in his seat. A rather large groan of complaint out of it put a swift stop the attempt. Rhogar laughs it off, starts to say something, and then he sees Krom take off.
"Wha-... Leaving already? We haven't really even gotten to know each other."He said, voice trailing off near the end. Turning back to those remaining, the smile is quickly picked back up. "Guess it's just us for now! Oh! And, just so its clear, I DO intend to come along. Not sure how many of ya can mend or mind an injury, but I got a fairy bit of experience there. Plus--"He starts into a series of arm flexes in his seat. "Just check these out! Mm! Yeah! I once knocked out a Triton with these bad boys. Think I can handle a couple of bandits if it comes to it. Maybe even--" he swaps to flexing his pecs. "Maybe even the dragon, if it comes right down to it. Serve it right for causing such a genuine fuss." He laughs, relaxing and patting his gut in amusement.
"Though this whole escort'n business come first. And since you have more experience Lady Kazri. Well, you and, uh, the furry guy there by the sounds of it, I'll trust ya lead on things, if that's alright?"
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Bog, the half-orc proprietor of the Carnath Roadhouse, approaches as Krom sets to leave.
"That'll be 4 silver pieces for the ale friend. Rooms are private if ya want one. 1 gold piece and that includes a meal to break the fast in the morn. Or ya can sleep under the stars for all I care. But ya gotta pay for the ale before ya leave."
He turns to Chip.
"You're set for tonight but if ya wants to stay any longer you'll need to start paying your own way. Like I told ya I ain't keeping ya on. Likely be a lull in caravans for a few days anyways so no point you singing for empty rooms. Unless the Tabaxi decides to stay around for a few more days. You can sing ta him. "
He grins while he stands waiting for payment from the dwarf.
After listening to the Half-Orc proprietor request payment from Krom. "I see no issues sleeping under the stars, actually I rather spend the night outside, for I have done so countless times. I have not consumed anything from this establishment, therefore I own you nothing my good sir."Turning to the party. "If you will all excuse me, I will retire for the night outside. I hope to see you all rested and ready to go tomorrow morning. Good evening."
Kazri steps out of the Roadhouse, find a spot under a tree, sits down crossing her legs, and starts to meditate.
(OCC: I am not sure if I need to roll anything for resting outside.)
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."
Rekubeek face palms at Rhogar a bit. "It is orcish. Only my surname is in the common tongue." He tells the dragonborn before nodding at bar tender, going to pull out the coin before Chill paid red it. He will nod and pat the dwarf whonhad compliemted his weapon on the on the back as well as the tabaxi before he moves to speak to the bartender, switching to orcish as he speaks. "Can you tell me anything about this dragon that all of these people seem to be worried about."
Rhogar frowns, and there's a visible window glasses outside for any of the fog from last. By the time he has a mind to say anything to Kazri however, the woman has long since left. He sighs in defeat, and rubs back the frill along his neck util Rekubeek piped up. "Ohhhh..... Oh! You're an Orc then! Hah! Ahh~ That explains so much." Rhogar nods sagely to Rekubeek. "Thank you, Mr. Reku... Re-ku-bek!"He turns on chill and chip, smiling toothily at the two.
"So! I am just gotta know, my friend. What even are you? And what's a dinosaur? And where your from? And how long have you known Lady Kazri?"He asks excitedly of Chill.
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"Kazri? I do not know her. I met her only today when I sat at her table. I've been here at the roadhouse a couple of days and she arrived this morning. As for where I am from and what I am? I am a Tabaxi. I come from an island very far to the south. If you know where the nation Amn is which is south of the city of Baldur's Gate go much further south and off the coast is a tropical island called Chult. That is where I am from. But I know what you are. You are a half-dragon. I knew one once. He was the harbor master from Port Nyanzaru, a city in Chult. He was gold and rumour was he was a powerful mage though I never saw him do any magic."
Chill gives Rhogar a mischevious grin. "Do you do magic? "
"The dragon? I know nothing more than the rumors everyone else speaks of it. I know it hasn't been seen this far south." Bog answers Rekuburk in orcish.
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Chill moves tables with Kazri.
"A dragon eh? Can't be much different than a dinosaur. This seems far more interesting than riding in merchant wagons. Although we'll have more joy in that if we ride them north. But it's been a while since I was with a good crew. I'll join you. I can offer my skills as a scout."
Chill stands and he pulls his hood off of his head. He's a little over 6 feet in height with a slender build. A rapier hangs from his hip and he wears dark clothing. A crossbow is attached to his pack.
Kazri thanks the guards for the information. "There might be a dragon out there, but we should keep our eyes peeled to the road. Chances are higher that we may be assaulted by bandits." She looks around the people sitting at the table, studying their expression. "Therefore, I believe we should take this opportunity to discuss our plans for tomorrow. I will be on foot and stay close to the wagon. I would like to know if we have a volunteer to take point and another person to watch our back. I supposed we will find out if our patron will be generous enough to provide us a driver."
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."
Rekuberk twitches a bit when the dragonborn so casually says he has never heard of his famous parents before he shakes his head and resists the urge to begin a long tail about all of their exploits. He is helped as more people begin to talk, smirking proudly as his sword is complimented. His hand goes out to rest on the pommel almost like it was some kind of fancy and very sharp walking stick.
"Well that is good to know. I shall make my way to the caravan master quickly. I will be glad to travel with any who take up the job as well." The half orc gets to his feet and readies himself to find this Dale person.
"Hohoho! Hold on there, Mister Reku-... Reka... Reba! That's it! Might wanna hold off there for a second, Mister Reba. Pretty sure that other mentioned meeting Master Dale in the morning. And, uh, I'm not exactly from around these parts, but I'm pretty sure disturbing someone when their bedding down is not very polite." Rhogar says to the half-orc, and then suddenly whips around gesturing to Chill and Khazri. "And you two!" He pauses, furrows his eye ridges as much as any dragonborn can, and then chuckles.
"I had a question there, but I totally forgot it. But you(Kazri) seem pretty convinced they'll even take us on. Is things in general /that/ bad out this way? Not saying that everyone here cuts a rather impressive figure, the stoutly human(Krom) aside, but do you know this Master Dale, Lady... I am drawing a blank here -- what was your name again?"
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At being called Reba of all things, Rekuberk begin reach for one of the handaxes that he keeps securely strapped to his belt. Just as his hand begins to wrap around the haft he pulls his hand back and instead calls for another drink that he downs as fast as he possibly can. "My name is Rekuberk. R-E-K-U-B-E-R-K." He says while talking to Rhogar as if speaking to a child.
"Rekuberk..will wreck a jerk....for messing up his nane..." The dragonborn would sing to himself as he taps a brass colored claw to his busted horn "And although Rhogar means well.. Rekuberk will give him hell... and crush him all the same...." Chip would smile wide and look at the others."I like this group already! Just a few minutes together and the creative juices are flowing!" He would exclaim with excitement as he slaps the table hard, shaking the beers and ale.
Kazri notices that the Half-Orc is losing his temper, she puts her hand on one of his shoulders. “Easy there big fellow. I believe our friend here is just a little nervous. That’s all.”
She turns to the Dragonborn, her medallion glows faintly for a second and fades, then with a calm and collected demeanor says. “My name is Kazri, Mr. Nimbatuul. It does not look like there is anyone else here willing to go north, specially to a place with a 'dragon' making its nest in the area near it. We are not forcing you to go, you may do as you please. As for the caravan master. I am sure he will take any help he can get.”
Them she addresses the party. “So... Anyone would like to take point?”
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."
Chill sits quietly as the others discuss the plans for the morning. He sips his drink, plain water, and smiles when the dragonborn gets the half-orcs name wrong.
"Rek, may I call you Rek? The whole thing may be too much for me to say all of the time. Let me buy you a drink and we can talk about what we will do in the morning. Dale, I am sure, is sleeping, being the caravan master. He'll have some guards up but that will be it. I wouldn't bother him if it isn't needed. It'll take time to get the caravan moving in the morning anyways, we'll have time."
He looks to Kazri
"I'm a scout by trade, but unless the caravan master offers a horse to ride those draft horses will out walk us if one of us tries to walk ahead. I'd rather ride on the wagon's anyways. They'll be time for walking later I'm sure. A strong show of force is what keeps the bandit's away from what I have seen. They are headed north, and that's enough to know for now for me. We'll see if they are headed for this Phandalin or somewhere else. Any of you know this area, is Phandalin on the High Road? I'm not from around here."
"I'll walk ahead!" Chip would say with a smile, looking to Kazri. "I am pretty good at playing and walking at the same time. Just think of me as the caravan's herald! It will be fine" The brass dragonborn would say with a wink. "I figure the warm soothing sounds of my lute can warm even the most icy bandits heart!.. and well... otherwise.... worst case I draw all their fire and they give up their positions before the rest of you enter their kill box.. but doubt that is something we need to worry about!" He would say casually waving his thick clawed hand as if dismissing the idea.
Rekuberk seems less then pleased with the idea as if that was some childish nickname to him that is used by someone to patronize him. He finally shrugs as if to tell Chill to do as he wishes. "Well if we are going to wait then perhaps we should call it a night so that we can wake early and find the caravan leader."
Krom finishes another drink and says to Kazri "I can walk either next to you or on the back of the wagon, your choice. You seems to know your trade very well so I'll defer to your judgement lass. Do not worry, my legs may be a bit shorter than yours, but I can assure you that I can keep a pretty fast pace." Krom then orders another pint of ale and looking to Chip says "Chip, do not that this personally, but I think that it's better if leave the scouting business to a professional scout, just in case." "Phandalin is near the High Road, but we will have to leave it if we want to reach it. Anyway see you all in the morning, I'm sure we will find him soon enough and he will be very gladly to have some additional help" He then proceeds to drink very quickly his ale and leaves the table.
If Rhogar had noticed Rekuberk's anger at all, it never shows on his face. He does clearly get wrapped up in thought, silently miming the name and chin again. "Only a human could come up with so strange a name." He eventually says without really looking at anyone at the time. He shrugged afterwards, and with an easy going smile started to kick back in his seat. A rather large groan of complaint out of it put a swift stop the attempt. Rhogar laughs it off, starts to say something, and then he sees Krom take off.
"Wha-... Leaving already? We haven't really even gotten to know each other." He said, voice trailing off near the end. Turning back to those remaining, the smile is quickly picked back up. "Guess it's just us for now! Oh! And, just so its clear, I DO intend to come along. Not sure how many of ya can mend or mind an injury, but I got a fairy bit of experience there. Plus--" He starts into a series of arm flexes in his seat. "Just check these out! Mm! Yeah! I once knocked out a Triton with these bad boys. Think I can handle a couple of bandits if it comes to it. Maybe even--" he swaps to flexing his pecs. "Maybe even the dragon, if it comes right down to it. Serve it right for causing such a genuine fuss." He laughs, relaxing and patting his gut in amusement.
"Though this whole escort'n business come first. And since you have more experience Lady Kazri. Well, you and, uh, the furry guy there by the sounds of it, I'll trust ya lead on things, if that's alright?"
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Bog, the half-orc proprietor of the Carnath Roadhouse, approaches as Krom sets to leave.
"That'll be 4 silver pieces for the ale friend. Rooms are private if ya want one. 1 gold piece and that includes a meal to break the fast in the morn. Or ya can sleep under the stars for all I care. But ya gotta pay for the ale before ya leave."
He turns to Chip.
"You're set for tonight but if ya wants to stay any longer you'll need to start paying your own way. Like I told ya I ain't keeping ya on. Likely be a lull in caravans for a few days anyways so no point you singing for empty rooms. Unless the Tabaxi decides to stay around for a few more days. You can sing ta him. "
He grins while he stands waiting for payment from the dwarf.
"Sorry my friend, I thought to have paid you in advance." Krom pays for the ale and for the private room.
(OCC I assume that I have at least the starting 30 gold pieces)
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."
Chill reaches into his pouch and produces 4 gold pieces.
"I'll stay the night again. This should cover my nights and the drinks my new friends had."
He passes the gold to Bog.
Chill will continue to sit at the table speaking with those who stay.
Rekubeek face palms at Rhogar a bit. "It is orcish. Only my surname is in the common tongue." He tells the dragonborn before nodding at bar tender, going to pull out the coin before Chill paid red it. He will nod and pat the dwarf whonhad compliemted his weapon on the on the back as well as the tabaxi before he moves to speak to the bartender, switching to orcish as he speaks. "Can you tell me anything about this dragon that all of these people seem to be worried about."
Rhogar frowns, and there's a visible window glasses outside for any of the fog from last. By the time he has a mind to say anything to Kazri however, the woman has long since left. He sighs in defeat, and rubs back the frill along his neck util Rekubeek piped up. "Ohhhh..... Oh! You're an Orc then! Hah! Ahh~ That explains so much." Rhogar nods sagely to Rekubeek. "Thank you, Mr. Reku... Re-ku-bek!" He turns on chill and chip, smiling toothily at the two.
"So! I am just gotta know, my friend. What even are you? And what's a dinosaur? And where your from? And how long have you known Lady Kazri?" He asks excitedly of Chill.
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Chill smiles at Rek. "It's no problem friend. "
In answer to Rhogar's questions.
"Kazri? I do not know her. I met her only today when I sat at her table. I've been here at the roadhouse a couple of days and she arrived this morning. As for where I am from and what I am? I am a Tabaxi. I come from an island very far to the south. If you know where the nation Amn is which is south of the city of Baldur's Gate go much further south and off the coast is a tropical island called Chult. That is where I am from. But I know what you are. You are a half-dragon. I knew one once. He was the harbor master from Port Nyanzaru, a city in Chult. He was gold and rumour was he was a powerful mage though I never saw him do any magic."
Chill gives Rhogar a mischevious grin. "Do you do magic? "
"The dragon? I know nothing more than the rumors everyone else speaks of it. I know it hasn't been seen this far south." Bog answers Rekuburk in orcish.