Current sleeps peacefully, she awakens the next morning feeling much more refreshed, the constant shiver gone. She narrows her eyes and looks around as she wakes up. Glancing around, she doesn't seem to find whatever she is looking for and eventually just shakes her head and sits up. Looking down at her hands, she feels her connection to her mother strengthen. Last night in her dreams, her mother visited and told her that the genasi had earned some additional power, and the responsibility that came with that power. A bit surprised, the warlock feels strangely more connected to Tide and has a nagging thought in her mind that there are a few tricks that she could try when the time arose.
Stretching her arms, she summons Tide back to her shoulder and gives the tiny sprite a smile. Telepathically she says to her companion with resolve, "That Zelda woman, and all of her companions will die for what she has done. The abomination that she summoned also has to be dealt with, but one thing at a time right?" Tide flutters down to Current's shoulder and sits there, giving her wings a rest.
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Ura falls into her trance quickly, exhausted from the seemingly fruitless battle with Zelda - and the darker forces the Berossus family had awakened. Having managed to save one mage despite her misgivings was a small comfort, but for the most part doubt chased her into her memories.
„How do you decide what the right thing to do is?“ Mira asked as she leaned against Ura‘s shoulder on one of Spandelyion‘s less-used docks. “Geez! I dunno!“ Atalura replied, waving her off. „You‘re asking the wrong person. I can’t even tell what right is sometimes. I just try to get by and survive, isn‘t that good enough?“ “That‘s because the answer changes depending on who you ask,“ Mira replied with a giggle. Atal rolled his eyes. „Then why do yo bother me with these questions that you know have no easy answers?“ “So that you‘ll understand how blind you are, no matter how perceptive you believe yourself to be,“ the elven mage answered in Mira‘s voice. Then he smiled at Atal, mouth open, tongue still missing. „Sometimes you have to give part of yourself up to find the truth.“ Atal frowns, feeling the cold, dark water surging up against his chest. „I nearly lost myself to this black curse. My elven identity is nothing I care to part with.“ “Your truth,“ Zelda answers, laughing as the tentacles ripple outward from her sides and back. „Not ours.“
With a start, Atal comes to himself, feeling rested, but still unsettled. Blinking, he rubs his face, before catching sight of Anaeris. „Bad trance?“ he asks in commiseration. „Sometimes I almost envy them for being able to sleep,“ he adds, nodding his head towards their slumbering companions.
Looking back, the driver of the wagon, with most of the party, saw the members begin to stir. It was the same individual who had been sleeping at the campfire, when the party first entered the abandoned village.
"Mornin', nice day for fishin' ain't it?" He then let out a 'huh-huh' of a laugh and breathed in the morning air. "If you're hungry, the crate should already be open. Eat all you want, the Right Hand is footin' the bill." He followed it once again with the same laugh.
Austin smiles up at the driver, liking him, especially with the offer of food. She rises, stretches, then moves over to take a look at what sort of food is being offered.
With a start, Atal comes to himself, feeling rested, but still unsettled. Blinking, he rubs his face, before catching sight of Anaeris. „Bad trance?“ he asks in commiseration. „Sometimes I almost envy them for being able to sleep,“ he adds, nodding his head towards their slumbering companions.
Turning his attention back to Atal, Anearis sighs. "It has not always been this difficult. But this whole ordeal has started to get to me. As it has all of us, I am sure."
Looking back, the driver of the wagon, with most of the party, saw the members begin to stir. It was the same individual who had been sleeping at the campfire, when the party first entered the abandoned village.
"Mornin', nice day for fishin' ain't it?" He then let out a 'huh-huh' of a laugh and breathed in the morning air. "If you're hungry, the crate should already be open. Eat all you want, the Right Hand is footin' the bill." He followed it once again with the same laugh.
"I am sorry.", said the elf. "I do not believe we have been properly introduced. Who are you?"
"Name's Baelin. 'Huh-huh'" He turned his whole head to speak, to Anearis and the others, before turning straight back ahead once more to the road ahead. Again the laugh immediately followed his statement.
Other wagon:
Maas looks up from his reading at the sound of Juppo thumping on the bed of the wagon. The halfling flopped onto the hard wood, though his snoring didn't miss a beat, and he kept snoozing away.
"Don't know if you've spent time in Lindenfeld, but I recommend Nancy's. I'm sure that's where Juppo will want to go as soon as we get back. Should be there in about an hour." Maas said as a half-hearted prompt for conversation, with Uthal, though he still had his book at the ready.
"Never heard Lindenfeld called the south before. It's the most northern city in Cathaan. Where'd you all come from?" Maas sent the book on his lap, now fully engaged in any type of conversation with Uthal.
"Aren't the goliaths up there supposed to be a little more...'barbaric'?" Maas asked pointing to the holy symbol that Uthal had pulled out when he first awoke and started praying.
Current doesn't speak and instead closes her eyes as if she is deep in thought. However, she sends Tide to gather some food for both of them. The sprite flutters over Austin's shoulder and will pick up some of whatever the other warlock chooses and bring it back to Current.
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The wagons continued on for another two hours, at best guess, before finally arriving at the city of Lindenfeld. Even though it was still early/mid morning, the town's patrons seemed to have been up and moving for some time now. A strong odor of fish washed by them, that was likely coming from a busy marketplace that Current had visited previously during her last time in town.
The convoy finally came to a halt, and as the party climbed out, they found themselves outside a large inn. Anearis and Ura had walked by this place previously, and during one of her stays, Current knew this inn to be booked completely by the Right Hand and her people. The sign above the entrance read 'Holidae Inn'.
"Come inside. The Right Hand is eager to meet with you." Felix directed the party toward the inn's entrance. The lack of lighting may have hidden it the night before, but Felix seemed it much worse shape in the new day's light. Bags under his eyes, disheveled hair, and a slight shadow across his face and neck. He may have ridden through the night, but from the looks of it, he had likely gone more than a few days without rest.
Anearis stepped out of the wagon, having partaken in the rations that was offered to them. It felt odd. For the longest time, he had tried to stay away from the Right Hand’s men, and now he was willingly going to talk with their leader.
"Baelin, huh? Well, I'm Atal. Nice to meetcha,"Atal replied, stretching lazily. He jumped out of the cart as it pulled up to the inn and took a look around, stopping and staring a bit when he noticed Felix's worn state. "Rough couple of nights, huh?"he says to the priest. "I know that feeling."
Sighing, he strolled into the inn resigning himself to his Right Hand fate. Still, as he crossed the threshold, he whispered to Anaeris, "Hey, pretty boy. You know this Right Hand questioning business? Maybe you should try to charm this one too with your good looks if you can. Didn't she like you or something?"
Outside of the Holidae Inn, the row of horses Ura had seen in the abandoned fishing village, now stood uniformly once again, outside the inn; the riders assumably having already gone inside. After the last member of the party climbed down though, the wagons moved, continuing down the road.
Entering the inn, the party finds themselves in an open-floor plan tavern that seems to take up much of the building's first floor. With the exception of a staircase against the left wall going to the second floor and a door behind the bar itself leading somewhere unknown, the entire area was visible.
The Right Hand's Chosen Men were all about unloading packs on tables, speaking with the young half-elf barmaid behind the counter, or generally just resting at a table or booth, after the journey. In total, there were about a dozen of them, which included everyone of the riders that members of the party had previously met.
Sers Hagman, Tongue, and an unknown who Ura saw last night around the campfire with Maas and Juppo, sat at a table laughing about some conversation. The tabaxi stood at the counter, pointing outside, referencing to something as she spoke to the barmaid; a human male stood next to her, seemingly awaiting his turn. Two more, stood about going through the contents of their packs, one of which was a light reddish skinned tiefling woman with short narrow horns; the other a large individual whom at first glance seemed to still be wearing full armor, only to see upon closer look that the metal was the man himself. The youngest looking of the knights, wearing smaller plates, and armor that seemed more chainmail than the others (though still bore the same marks), was looking over several pieces of parchment, while fiddling with an overly-complicated looking crossbow, while a goliath with thin spectacles sat next to him, reading a book.
Felix entered behind the party and pointed toward a large table in the back right corner. Ser Sharpe and Harper (the knights which originally placed most of the party into the locked wagon back to the capital) sat with the Right Hand, discussing something.
Anearis raised an eyebrow at Atal’s question. He answers back with a whisper. "You seem confused. I met the Right Hand when I first arrived in Caathan and she helped me out. But I do not think she likes me. I do not think she likes any of us."
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Current sleeps peacefully, she awakens the next morning feeling much more refreshed, the constant shiver gone. She narrows her eyes and looks around as she wakes up. Glancing around, she doesn't seem to find whatever she is looking for and eventually just shakes her head and sits up. Looking down at her hands, she feels her connection to her mother strengthen. Last night in her dreams, her mother visited and told her that the genasi had earned some additional power, and the responsibility that came with that power. A bit surprised, the warlock feels strangely more connected to Tide and has a nagging thought in her mind that there are a few tricks that she could try when the time arose.
Stretching her arms, she summons Tide back to her shoulder and gives the tiny sprite a smile. Telepathically she says to her companion with resolve, "That Zelda woman, and all of her companions will die for what she has done. The abomination that she summoned also has to be dealt with, but one thing at a time right?" Tide flutters down to Current's shoulder and sits there, giving her wings a rest.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Ura falls into her trance quickly, exhausted from the seemingly fruitless battle with Zelda - and the darker forces the Berossus family had awakened. Having managed to save one mage despite her misgivings was a small comfort, but for the most part doubt chased her into her memories.
„How do you decide what the right thing to do is?“ Mira asked as she leaned against Ura‘s shoulder on one of Spandelyion‘s less-used docks.
“Geez! I dunno!“ Atalura replied, waving her off. „You‘re asking the wrong person. I can’t even tell what right is sometimes. I just try to get by and survive, isn‘t that good enough?“
“That‘s because the answer changes depending on who you ask,“ Mira replied with a giggle.
Atal rolled his eyes. „Then why do yo bother me with these questions that you know have no easy answers?“
“So that you‘ll understand how blind you are, no matter how perceptive you believe yourself to be,“ the elven mage answered in Mira‘s voice. Then he smiled at Atal, mouth open, tongue still missing. „Sometimes you have to give part of yourself up to find the truth.“
Atal frowns, feeling the cold, dark water surging up against his chest. „I nearly lost myself to this black curse. My elven identity is nothing I care to part with.“
“Your truth,“ Zelda answers, laughing as the tentacles ripple outward from her sides and back. „Not ours.“
With a start, Atal comes to himself, feeling rested, but still unsettled. Blinking, he rubs his face, before catching sight of Anaeris. „Bad trance?“ he asks in commiseration. „Sometimes I almost envy them for being able to sleep,“ he adds, nodding his head towards their slumbering companions.
Looking back, the driver of the wagon, with most of the party, saw the members begin to stir. It was the same individual who had been sleeping at the campfire, when the party first entered the abandoned village.
"Mornin', nice day for fishin' ain't it?" He then let out a 'huh-huh' of a laugh and breathed in the morning air. "If you're hungry, the crate should already be open. Eat all you want, the Right Hand is footin' the bill." He followed it once again with the same laugh.
Austin smiles up at the driver, liking him, especially with the offer of food. She rises, stretches, then moves over to take a look at what sort of food is being offered.
Turning his attention back to Atal, Anearis sighs. "It has not always been this difficult. But this whole ordeal has started to get to me. As it has all of us, I am sure."
"I am sorry.", said the elf. "I do not believe we have been properly introduced. Who are you?"
Uthal sits up slowly so that the halfling slides off him and then pulls out his holy symbol and begins to send up a prayer for Cedric.
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"Name's Baelin. 'Huh-huh'" He turned his whole head to speak, to Anearis and the others, before turning straight back ahead once more to the road ahead. Again the laugh immediately followed his statement.
Other wagon:
Maas looks up from his reading at the sound of Juppo thumping on the bed of the wagon. The halfling flopped onto the hard wood, though his snoring didn't miss a beat, and he kept snoozing away.
"Don't know if you've spent time in Lindenfeld, but I recommend Nancy's. I'm sure that's where Juppo will want to go as soon as we get back. Should be there in about an hour." Maas said as a half-hearted prompt for conversation, with Uthal, though he still had his book at the ready.
Uthal grunts. "I've never been anywhere in the south."
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"Never heard Lindenfeld called the south before. It's the most northern city in Cathaan. Where'd you all come from?" Maas sent the book on his lap, now fully engaged in any type of conversation with Uthal.
"Can't speak for the others but I come from the goliath herds in the mountains to the north of the kingdom. To me you're all southerners."
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Uthal wagon:
"Aren't the goliaths up there supposed to be a little more...'barbaric'?" Maas asked pointing to the holy symbol that Uthal had pulled out when he first awoke and started praying.
Uthal shrugs. "Depends on your view of what's barbaric but yes, I've taken a bit different path in life than most."
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Current doesn't speak and instead closes her eyes as if she is deep in thought. However, she sends Tide to gather some food for both of them. The sprite flutters over Austin's shoulder and will pick up some of whatever the other warlock chooses and bring it back to Current.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
The wagons continued on for another two hours, at best guess, before finally arriving at the city of Lindenfeld. Even though it was still early/mid morning, the town's patrons seemed to have been up and moving for some time now. A strong odor of fish washed by them, that was likely coming from a busy marketplace that Current had visited previously during her last time in town.
The convoy finally came to a halt, and as the party climbed out, they found themselves outside a large inn. Anearis and Ura had walked by this place previously, and during one of her stays, Current knew this inn to be booked completely by the Right Hand and her people. The sign above the entrance read 'Holidae Inn'.
"Come inside. The Right Hand is eager to meet with you." Felix directed the party toward the inn's entrance. The lack of lighting may have hidden it the night before, but Felix seemed it much worse shape in the new day's light. Bags under his eyes, disheveled hair, and a slight shadow across his face and neck. He may have ridden through the night, but from the looks of it, he had likely gone more than a few days without rest.
Current steps out of the wagon and follows the two elves into the inn.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Anearis stepped out of the wagon, having partaken in the rations that was offered to them. It felt odd. For the longest time, he had tried to stay away from the Right Hand’s men, and now he was willingly going to talk with their leader.
Uthal steps out and tucks his holy symbol away again, replacing it with the medallion of Sune. He looks stoic as he walks towards the inn.
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"Baelin, huh? Well, I'm Atal. Nice to meetcha," Atal replied, stretching lazily. He jumped out of the cart as it pulled up to the inn and took a look around, stopping and staring a bit when he noticed Felix's worn state. "Rough couple of nights, huh?" he says to the priest. "I know that feeling."
Sighing, he strolled into the inn resigning himself to his Right Hand fate. Still, as he crossed the threshold, he whispered to Anaeris, "Hey, pretty boy. You know this Right Hand questioning business? Maybe you should try to charm this one too with your good looks if you can. Didn't she like you or something?"
Outside of the Holidae Inn, the row of horses Ura had seen in the abandoned fishing village, now stood uniformly once again, outside the inn; the riders assumably having already gone inside. After the last member of the party climbed down though, the wagons moved, continuing down the road.
Entering the inn, the party finds themselves in an open-floor plan tavern that seems to take up much of the building's first floor. With the exception of a staircase against the left wall going to the second floor and a door behind the bar itself leading somewhere unknown, the entire area was visible.
The Right Hand's Chosen Men were all about unloading packs on tables, speaking with the young half-elf barmaid behind the counter, or generally just resting at a table or booth, after the journey. In total, there were about a dozen of them, which included everyone of the riders that members of the party had previously met.
Sers Hagman, Tongue, and an unknown who Ura saw last night around the campfire with Maas and Juppo, sat at a table laughing about some conversation. The tabaxi stood at the counter, pointing outside, referencing to something as she spoke to the barmaid; a human male stood next to her, seemingly awaiting his turn. Two more, stood about going through the contents of their packs, one of which was a light reddish skinned tiefling woman with short narrow horns; the other a large individual whom at first glance seemed to still be wearing full armor, only to see upon closer look that the metal was the man himself. The youngest looking of the knights, wearing smaller plates, and armor that seemed more chainmail than the others (though still bore the same marks), was looking over several pieces of parchment, while fiddling with an overly-complicated looking crossbow, while a goliath with thin spectacles sat next to him, reading a book.
Felix entered behind the party and pointed toward a large table in the back right corner. Ser Sharpe and Harper (the knights which originally placed most of the party into the locked wagon back to the capital) sat with the Right Hand, discussing something.
Anearis raised an eyebrow at Atal’s question. He answers back with a whisper. "You seem confused. I met the Right Hand when I first arrived in Caathan and she helped me out. But I do not think she likes me. I do not think she likes any of us."