Nik looks past Ura at the unconscious armored man flopping with Uthal’s every step. “After sayin’ it. Suppose that makes more sense than Biggin carryin’ a corpse everywhere.” Though skeptical that the movement had not yet aroused the human, he accepted Ura’s word. “Guess I seen drunkards sleep through worse en that.”
”So you’re all racin’ to help some friend in need then? Prepped to face some great danger! Sure there’s nuthin more to it?”
At the mention of the tiefling and his Ordos by Ura, Viilgahan glances to his left at nothing in particular. His pace slows a bit, allowing the others to get a few steps ahead, the dwarves content to fill the air lest it be empty of words. His slitted eyes narrow even further, as if studying something, then he returns his eyes to the road.
"Wall." he mutters to himself. He fiddled with the silver ring on his right hand, blinking slowly before resuming his normal pace.
“That’s right. Us, and the Wiz, were hired by a bookworm lookin to study the ruins.” Nik open handedly gestured to Viilgahan as if to unspokenly say “if you don’t believe me, ask him.”
”An I meant no disrespect, questionin’ motives. A innocent wood elf, a giant that found religion, and a knight. I buy ya goin for noble reasons. You, I’m not so sure of.” Nack looked at Ura inquisitively.
"Against my better judgement, carrying out a friend's last will and testament,"Ura says with a faint sigh. "Besides, those fellows," she waves her thumb at Uthal, Ander, and Anaeris in a sweeping gesture, "Are my friends. If they're going to charge forward blindly into danger, well, someone's got to watch their backs."
“So doin a favor then.“ Nik didn’t drop the semi-suspicious look he had towards Ura, but he did turn his gaze towards the road in front of them, rather than eyeing her up and down. “What type o’ work YOU into usually?”
"If I had work, I'd also have more than 2 silver pieces to my name,"Ura says, the poverty thing still being a sore point for her. "I've been poor all my life. I've learned to get by with whatever I could get, living hand-to-mouth for most of it. I suppose I'd be willing to hire on as a mercenary to anyone looking for someone light on their feet, but from where I came from they didn't trust elves that much. No honest work to be had in Spandelyion if you weren't solidly human. I thought things might be a little different over here, so I took a ship across the ocean and landed in Cathaan." She shrugs faintly. "As it turns out, I was wrong. But at least I met some good people while I was making enemies in the city,"she tells Nik. "But enough about me. Tell me more about yourselves. Where are you from? What are you looking for, exactly? How long have you been traveling together?"
“Nack n I are local. Born an raised. ‘Scuse us for a bit, tho.” Nik rushed his answer, almost eager to stop momentarily. He stepped away from Ura, for the first time since they had all left the clearing. Tapping Viilgahan on the arm, he silently motioned for the dragonborn to join him, as Nik began to fall back from the group. Likely to converse with him, without their new companions overhearing.
Nack on the other hand continued circling Uthal. Smiling up at the giant and occasionally asking the same ‘can I see your hammer?’ or ‘do giants shit in the woods, or have large facilities for such?’
Viilgahan moved at an easy gait, not with any real sense of urgency or drive to get there first. He scratched idly at his scales or horns, fiddled with one of his daggers, or shifted the weight of his satchel from his right to his left side. He coaxed a small flame for a moment or two but as he felt the tap tapping of the smaller Nik upon his arm, he flinched, causing the flame to vanish into the air. He grumbled softly, a single distressed note barely escaping his throat and all but vanishing on the back of his many teeth. His position was already closer to the back of the party, so it was very easy for him to slow even further.
Nik clearly had something to say by the way he was gesturing. "Yes master dwarf?" he asked lightly, steepling his claws before him.
Uthal goes on mostly ignoring the dwarf but does deign to answer the last question. "There are no forests up in the mountains but usually we have a designated area for that, you need to keep things clean after all. We have found though that the best toilet paper is dwarf skin though. All the extra hair really makes for a good wipe." He gives the dwarf another evil grin.
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Once a good distance behind the rest of the party, Nik proceeded to converse with Viilgahan, in hushed tones. As Ura attempted to listen, while she couldn't quite pick up on every word the dwarf said, she was able to hear bits and parts of sentences.
"I don' think we can trust 'em."..."she tried ta pick mine and Nack's yesterday."..."assassin. One that has no honor, no integrity."..."she's a hired assassin"..."someone at the ruins"..."Shite that'll get us killed just fer bein' near them."
At one point, Nik pulled something shiny out from beneath his armor, and showed it to Viilgahan. Even though Ura couldn't see what it was, out of the corner of her eye, she could tell it was something that fit easily in the palm of his hand.
Viilgahan replied to Nik. Ura received similar results from the dragonborn. “I'm more inclined to believe they are, or at least she is.”... "I have my own reasons.”...”I am inclined to hire you and your brother”...” We can hash out the finer details when the opportunity presents itself”
Nack laughed and smiled along with his generally one-sided conversation, with Uthal. "Wit an ass like that," he said pointing at Uthal, "it prolly take more than jus' tha two of us."
Ura's eyebrows rise higher and higher with each word she overhears. She looks down and checks herself out just to make sure she's hearing correctly, too.
An assassin? He thinks I look like an assassin? Me? ... that's the most competent anyone has ever pegged me for in my entire life,she thinks with wry amusement. It's a bit flattering, although the timing is unfortunate. Her brow crunches, and she reaches into her pocket to check for her two special coins. It'd be an embarrassment if the dwarf was a better pickpocket than she, and a bit of a poopshow she wouldn't relish explaining to the others if he'd inadvertently pickpocketed the actual assassin's coin. Damn it Richter, you could've told me more about what these damn coins actually do on this continent,she thinks irritably.
Her finger, while questing, bumps up against the silver ring she'd stolen from the guard in Cathaan. That makes her think of Kel again, and the look of bemusement on his face as she'd shown off her tricks with her mage hand. Drawing the ring out, she studies it more closely. It still seems like a simple ring to her, and she still can't make out what the engraving was supposed to be saying after all. "... in... Room," she mutters to herself, squinting at the ring. It's no good, whatever else was written on there seems to have been worn down far too much for her to make out what it should've said. She sighs a little; the joy of having something to show off with has been dampened by her association of the ring with some of Kel's last moments, now.
"Well, a promise is a promise, even if you're dead," Ura grumbles, testing out the ring until she finds a finger it fits comfortably on, then slipping it on. Then she points her newly blinged finger at Uthal and Anaeris, whispering a message under her breath to them each:
Hey. The less dumb dwarf thinks I'm some kind of an assassin. They definitely don't trust us, or at least me, so be on your guard in case those two fool dwarves try something.
In the interest of separating herself from said trouble, Ura moves towards the front of the group and begins to scout for dangers as they walk.
Reaching into her pocket for the coins, Ura finds that she only still possessed one. The ‘Fool’s Errand’ was still there, however the ‘Black Spot’ could not be found.
The dwarfs had been close enough to the party for several hours now, so if her pocket were picked, the opportunity had been there. ((Post 1467))
Moving ahead Ura keeps an eye out for any danger on the trail ahead. Even though she finds no threat, concentrating causes such tunnel vision that she nearly missed what was directly south of the group (to the left of the trail).
Directly through a thin layer of foliage was an overgrown field of weeds and brush, ending at a dark stone wall, and a large castle beyond it.
As Ander wakes up Uthal sets him back on the ground. At Ura's message he decides to take his usual approach, head on. He slows a bit so that he draws closer to the dragonborn and the suspicious dwarf. "So, I hear that you don't like my friend very much, something about her being an assassin?" Before the dwarf can react he brings a hand to his ear. "I grew up in the wilds, I'm used to tuning out the noises of them so I only hear what I want to hear. Helps with your brother." He says in a friendly tone.
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After having walked for hours through the woods, they had seemingly made it. The Castle of Aaargh. Hopefully, D'armes hadn't gone to far in. Anearis looked at the massive ruin with a mix of awe and dread. The group had come to this castle, hoping to stop whatever evil machinations were happening within it, and knowing full well that they might not live through it. The thought sent a shiver down the elf's spine. He knew, however, that there was no other choice. He was resolute to go through with this. If anything, for Kel's sake, who hadn't made it to this point.
"This is it, then. We have reached the ruins?"
Anearis looked around the structure, scanning it for any sign of activity or movement.
"We did?" Ura looks to her left and jumps a little. "Oh. Yeah, we're here," she says woodenly. Tymora's ass, I'm tired,she thinks, stifling a yawn. Seeing Anaeris scouting, she decides to try to help out whomever decides to check out the ruins a little bit. For once, she doesn't leap to take point, feeling just how much her body is aching after a long and restless night.
Nack continued poking at the otherwise unresponsive Ander, while Uthal approached Nik and Viilgahan. Nik looked the goliath up and down, after speaking. “Well Biggins. Maybe you might learn somethin if you hear it all, not jus’ what ya want. So far tha only thing that hearin’s done is make me think we were right bout your intellect.”
Looking over it, Anearis saw no movement, or really any signs of life for that matter. The party was close to a corner of the wall, and it seemed to run endlessly in both the southerly and western directions. From what he could tell just by looking at it, they appeared to be behind the Castle of Aaaargh. The trail they were on appeared to run north of it.
There was likely an actual entrance into the wall, on the southern end. The crude map the party had was exactly detailed, but it did at least show the road (that the party had abandoned days before), approached the ruins from the south.
Viilgahan opened his scaled maw to respond, but slowly shut it as his eyes drifted to the left of Uthal and Nik spoke back to the goliath. He wasn't certain when or how it happened but the sight of it, of her, did make him pause as his eyes told a story his brain didn't quite follow. He blinked, thankful at least that he didn't have to see that anymore and returned his attention to the larger figure before him.
"I never said I didn't like her..." he smiled as well as any crocodile, his tone light, he fiddled with the ring on his hand as he spoke. "But...are you suggesting your friend is an assassin?" Viilgahan extended his left hand, in it a tiny image of Ura began running in place, two nasty looking daggers in an ice pick grip. Quickly leaping into the air, she stabbed the sudden image of Ander that appeared in Viilgahans right hand. The image of Ander vanished, replaced with Ura laughing with exaggerated shoulder motions before she too vanished. The illusionary images returned to take a bow before Viilgahan crushed the both of them. For a brief moment tiny screams were issued from his clawed hands before he flicked them open to reveal nothing.*
"Careful wildling, we be on unknown grounds." he gave a light nod as he said it, like a trade secret in confidence, before pushing his way through the foliage to behold the castle ruins.
As Ander regained consciousness to the dwarf poking at him, he looked around, not recognizing where the party even was, or who for that matter, the new traveling companions were.
He began rubbing his face and looking at his fingers and hands for any residue of which something could have been drawn upon him. Either confident that no scribbles were there, or simply giving up or trying to figure it out himself, he turned to Uthal. “What happened? Where are we now?”
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Nik looks past Ura at the unconscious armored man flopping with Uthal’s every step. “After sayin’ it. Suppose that makes more sense than Biggin carryin’ a corpse everywhere.” Though skeptical that the movement had not yet aroused the human, he accepted Ura’s word. “Guess I seen drunkards sleep through worse en that.”
”So you’re all racin’ to help some friend in need then? Prepped to face some great danger! Sure there’s nuthin more to it?”
At the mention of the tiefling and his Ordos by Ura, Viilgahan glances to his left at nothing in particular. His pace slows a bit, allowing the others to get a few steps ahead, the dwarves content to fill the air lest it be empty of words. His slitted eyes narrow even further, as if studying something, then he returns his eyes to the road.
"Wall." he mutters to himself. He fiddled with the silver ring on his right hand, blinking slowly before resuming his normal pace.
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As the two groups came together, Anearis joined in on the conversation.
"To save a friend. Is that not reason enough? Why are you going to these ruins? You mentioned something about doing some research?"
“That’s right. Us, and the Wiz, were hired by a bookworm lookin to study the ruins.” Nik open handedly gestured to Viilgahan as if to unspokenly say “if you don’t believe me, ask him.”
”An I meant no disrespect, questionin’ motives. A innocent wood elf, a giant that found religion, and a knight. I buy ya goin for noble reasons. You, I’m not so sure of.” Nack looked at Ura inquisitively.
"Against my better judgement, carrying out a friend's last will and testament," Ura says with a faint sigh. "Besides, those fellows," she waves her thumb at Uthal, Ander, and Anaeris in a sweeping gesture, "Are my friends. If they're going to charge forward blindly into danger, well, someone's got to watch their backs."
“So doin a favor then.“ Nik didn’t drop the semi-suspicious look he had towards Ura, but he did turn his gaze towards the road in front of them, rather than eyeing her up and down. “What type o’ work YOU into usually?”
"If I had work, I'd also have more than 2 silver pieces to my name," Ura says, the poverty thing still being a sore point for her. "I've been poor all my life. I've learned to get by with whatever I could get, living hand-to-mouth for most of it. I suppose I'd be willing to hire on as a mercenary to anyone looking for someone light on their feet, but from where I came from they didn't trust elves that much. No honest work to be had in Spandelyion if you weren't solidly human. I thought things might be a little different over here, so I took a ship across the ocean and landed in Cathaan." She shrugs faintly. "As it turns out, I was wrong. But at least I met some good people while I was making enemies in the city," she tells Nik. "But enough about me. Tell me more about yourselves. Where are you from? What are you looking for, exactly? How long have you been traveling together?"
“Nack n I are local. Born an raised. ‘Scuse us for a bit, tho.” Nik rushed his answer, almost eager to stop momentarily. He stepped away from Ura, for the first time since they had all left the clearing.
Tapping Viilgahan on the arm, he silently motioned for the dragonborn to join him, as Nik began to fall back from the group. Likely to converse with him, without their new companions overhearing.
Nack on the other hand continued circling Uthal. Smiling up at the giant and occasionally asking the same ‘can I see your hammer?’ or ‘do giants shit in the woods, or have large facilities for such?’
Ura crosses her arms behind her head and casually tries to listen in anyway:
Perception: 14
Viilgahan moved at an easy gait, not with any real sense of urgency or drive to get there first. He scratched idly at his scales or horns, fiddled with one of his daggers, or shifted the weight of his satchel from his right to his left side. He coaxed a small flame for a moment or two but as he felt the tap tapping of the smaller Nik upon his arm, he flinched, causing the flame to vanish into the air. He grumbled softly, a single distressed note barely escaping his throat and all but vanishing on the back of his many teeth. His position was already closer to the back of the party, so it was very easy for him to slow even further.
Nik clearly had something to say by the way he was gesturing. "Yes master dwarf?" he asked lightly, steepling his claws before him.
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Uthal goes on mostly ignoring the dwarf but does deign to answer the last question. "There are no forests up in the mountains but usually we have a designated area for that, you need to keep things clean after all. We have found though that the best toilet paper is dwarf skin though. All the extra hair really makes for a good wipe." He gives the dwarf another evil grin.
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Once a good distance behind the rest of the party, Nik proceeded to converse with Viilgahan, in hushed tones. As Ura attempted to listen, while she couldn't quite pick up on every word the dwarf said, she was able to hear bits and parts of sentences.
"I don' think we can trust 'em."..."she tried ta pick mine and Nack's yesterday."..."assassin. One that has no honor, no integrity."..."she's a hired assassin"..."someone at the ruins"..."Shite that'll get us killed just fer bein' near them."
At one point, Nik pulled something shiny out from beneath his armor, and showed it to Viilgahan. Even though Ura couldn't see what it was, out of the corner of her eye, she could tell it was something that fit easily in the palm of his hand.
Viilgahan replied to Nik. Ura received similar results from the dragonborn. “I'm more inclined to believe they are, or at least she is.”... "I have my own reasons.”...”I am inclined to hire you and your brother”...” We can hash out the finer details when the opportunity presents itself”
Nack laughed and smiled along with his generally one-sided conversation, with Uthal. "Wit an ass like that," he said pointing at Uthal, "it prolly take more than jus' tha two of us."
Ura's eyebrows rise higher and higher with each word she overhears. She looks down and checks herself out just to make sure she's hearing correctly, too.
An assassin? He thinks I look like an assassin? Me? ... that's the most competent anyone has ever pegged me for in my entire life, she thinks with wry amusement. It's a bit flattering, although the timing is unfortunate. Her brow crunches, and she reaches into her pocket to check for her two special coins. It'd be an embarrassment if the dwarf was a better pickpocket than she, and a bit of a poopshow she wouldn't relish explaining to the others if he'd inadvertently pickpocketed the actual assassin's coin. Damn it Richter, you could've told me more about what these damn coins actually do on this continent, she thinks irritably.
Her finger, while questing, bumps up against the silver ring she'd stolen from the guard in Cathaan. That makes her think of Kel again, and the look of bemusement on his face as she'd shown off her tricks with her mage hand. Drawing the ring out, she studies it more closely. It still seems like a simple ring to her, and she still can't make out what the engraving was supposed to be saying after all. "... in... Room," she mutters to herself, squinting at the ring. It's no good, whatever else was written on there seems to have been worn down far too much for her to make out what it should've said. She sighs a little; the joy of having something to show off with has been dampened by her association of the ring with some of Kel's last moments, now.
"Well, a promise is a promise, even if you're dead," Ura grumbles, testing out the ring until she finds a finger it fits comfortably on, then slipping it on. Then she points her newly blinged finger at Uthal and Anaeris, whispering a message under her breath to them each:
Hey. The less dumb dwarf thinks I'm some kind of an assassin. They definitely don't trust us, or at least me, so be on your guard in case those two fool dwarves try something.
In the interest of separating herself from said trouble, Ura moves towards the front of the group and begins to scout for dangers as they walk.
Perception: 8
Reaching into her pocket for the coins, Ura finds that she only still possessed one. The ‘Fool’s Errand’ was still there, however the ‘Black Spot’ could not be found.
The dwarfs had been close enough to the party for several hours now, so if her pocket were picked, the opportunity had been there. ((Post 1467))
Moving ahead Ura keeps an eye out for any danger on the trail ahead. Even though she finds no threat, concentrating causes such tunnel vision that she nearly missed what was directly south of the group (to the left of the trail).
Directly through a thin layer of foliage was an overgrown field of weeds and brush, ending at a dark stone wall, and a large castle beyond it.
As Ander wakes up Uthal sets him back on the ground. At Ura's message he decides to take his usual approach, head on. He slows a bit so that he draws closer to the dragonborn and the suspicious dwarf. "So, I hear that you don't like my friend very much, something about her being an assassin?" Before the dwarf can react he brings a hand to his ear. "I grew up in the wilds, I'm used to tuning out the noises of them so I only hear what I want to hear. Helps with your brother." He says in a friendly tone.
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After having walked for hours through the woods, they had seemingly made it. The Castle of Aaargh. Hopefully, D'armes hadn't gone to far in. Anearis looked at the massive ruin with a mix of awe and dread. The group had come to this castle, hoping to stop whatever evil machinations were happening within it, and knowing full well that they might not live through it. The thought sent a shiver down the elf's spine. He knew, however, that there was no other choice. He was resolute to go through with this. If anything, for Kel's sake, who hadn't made it to this point.
"This is it, then. We have reached the ruins?"
Anearis looked around the structure, scanning it for any sign of activity or movement.
Perception: 15
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"We did?" Ura looks to her left and jumps a little. "Oh. Yeah, we're here," she says woodenly. Tymora's ass, I'm tired, she thinks, stifling a yawn. Seeing Anaeris scouting, she decides to try to help out whomever decides to check out the ruins a little bit. For once, she doesn't leap to take point, feeling just how much her body is aching after a long and restless night.
Nack continued poking at the otherwise unresponsive Ander, while Uthal approached Nik and Viilgahan. Nik looked the goliath up and down, after speaking. “Well Biggins. Maybe you might learn somethin if you hear it all, not jus’ what ya want. So far tha only thing that hearin’s done is make me think we were right bout your intellect.”
Looking over it, Anearis saw no movement, or really any signs of life for that matter. The party was close to a corner of the wall, and it seemed to run endlessly in both the southerly and western directions. From what he could tell just by looking at it, they appeared to be behind the Castle of Aaaargh. The trail they were on appeared to run north of it.
There was likely an actual entrance into the wall, on the southern end. The crude map the party had was exactly detailed, but it did at least show the road (that the party had abandoned days before), approached the ruins from the south.
Viilgahan opened his scaled maw to respond, but slowly shut it as his eyes drifted to the left of Uthal and Nik spoke back to the goliath. He wasn't certain when or how it happened but the sight of it, of her, did make him pause as his eyes told a story his brain didn't quite follow. He blinked, thankful at least that he didn't have to see that anymore and returned his attention to the larger figure before him.
"I never said I didn't like her..." he smiled as well as any crocodile, his tone light, he fiddled with the ring on his hand as he spoke. "But...are you suggesting your friend is an assassin?" Viilgahan extended his left hand, in it a tiny image of Ura began running in place, two nasty looking daggers in an ice pick grip. Quickly leaping into the air, she stabbed the sudden image of Ander that appeared in Viilgahans right hand. The image of Ander vanished, replaced with Ura laughing with exaggerated shoulder motions before she too vanished. The illusionary images returned to take a bow before Viilgahan crushed the both of them. For a brief moment tiny screams were issued from his clawed hands before he flicked them open to reveal nothing.*
"Careful wildling, we be on unknown grounds." he gave a light nod as he said it, like a trade secret in confidence, before pushing his way through the foliage to behold the castle ruins.
*Last and first functions of Prestidigitation
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As Ander regained consciousness to the dwarf poking at him, he looked around, not recognizing where the party even was, or who for that matter, the new traveling companions were.
He began rubbing his face and looking at his fingers and hands for any residue of which something could have been drawn upon him. Either confident that no scribbles were there, or simply giving up or trying to figure it out himself, he turned to Uthal. “What happened? Where are we now?”