She leads you all out to the first paddock, where almost a dozen riding horses of various colours are roaming. “These are our palfreys. Smaller and lighter built than the big work horses, you see? Much better suited for riding long distances, cause of their smooth gait.”
She indicates the paddock on the far side of the yard, where several heavy dray horses are standing and watching you all with interest. “These fellows are better suited to wearing a harness than a saddle. Hitch em up to a wagon, and they’ll work all day without tiring.”
You also notice a separate paddock, where a huge grey stallion is standing alone. His coat is glossy and well groomed, but there are what appear to be several claw marks over his ribs and a scar over one eye. Somehow, he’s managing to chew hay with an air of menace.
Ashanti looked nervously at Six, " Horses......so um, how does one....is it like standing on an outrigger? Just need to keep your balance? Loose knees and adapt your stance to the movement."
Suddenly she spotted the grey stallion and ran over to the fence, " Oh! I like him! He reminds me of Sinsil!"
She looked across at the other horses, " But I should probably pick someone a little more placid, yes?"
"In my experience, it's about praying you don't get a wild one," Six comments, eyeing the stallion. "Like that one, survivor though he clearly is." He turns to the paddock with the palfreys, looking over at Intara. "May I?" he asks, gesturing to the inside. "I'd like to see if I might make friends with one."
Intara grins at Sinsil. "That's Quicksilver. I'd choose a more even-tempered beast if I was you. I bought him last spring after his previous owner passed- some Marquesian cavalier. Thought I could move into breeding warhorses, but it turns out he's what my Dad would call a complete bastard. Shame really, he really is magnificent, and the smartest horse I ever met."
Quicksilver has turned to regard you with one gleaming evil eye, before sauntering closer to the fence. You don't know if it's just your imagination, but he seems to be plotting something.
The rest of you enter the paddock, and begin approaching the herd of horses. They seem to accept your presence and are soon nosing you curiously. A black stallion approaches Tristan, demanding ear scratches, while several have discovered that Ashanti tastes like salt and started licking her arms enthusiastically. They seem a bit standoffish about Six, but eventually a spirited chestnut mare approaches to see if he has any food on his person.
Ashanti begins giggling at the eager licking, and is soon happily chatting away to the horses, a gray mare seems to be paying rapt attention to her...though possibly its just the saltlick.
Six grins without showing his teeth, pleased that the mare has approached. He produces an apple snatched on the way out to the paddocks and offers it to her happily, running his hand along her face gently. "Aren't you just gorgeous," he murmurs to her. "How do you feel about going on an adventure, hm?" He pauses then, glancing over towards the big stallion and Sinsil. "You know, I could try to speak to him, if you want."
Sinsil- You can feel the stallion's eyes boring into your back as you join your friends.
Intara chuckles at you all. "Let's get you all saddled up. Then it's time for riding lessons."
The morning passes pleasantly, as under Intara's instruction you learn how to care for the horses. Eventually, as the noon sun beats down from overhead, Intara watches you each ride one more time round the paddock and pronounces you "not too bad. You'll figure out the rest on your journey, and I'll accompany you for the first leg- I want to go into Bladegarden. I have some contacts that would be very interested to hear about cult dragon transformations."
Finally, it's time to hit the road. As Rilla and Dhorvank wave you off, you ride somewhat haphazardly to meet your destiny.
Ashanti rather enjoyed the rolling action of the horse as they rode, it was different to the movement of a boat on water but still nice....though she suspected her arse was going to complain later.
She shrugged at Sixs question, " I forget....Sinsil knows. North-east? Maybe?"
Tristan seems to be Incredibly comfortable on his steed almost Immediately. "Why in all the nine hells didn't I try this before? Honestly.....This is the best." He guides his mount into a canter, and pulls a small metal object out of his pouch. He seems to be fiddling around with it. Eventually he pulls out a leather bag, and attaches some sort of sheath to his belt. Out of his pouch, he pulls some small bronze canisters, and inserts them into the object.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Truthfully, I would not turn down horses, either," Six agrees, looking over at Intara.
No Longer ActiveMobile- “Well- how about coming out and taking a look around the paddocks? Could be you take a shine to one of them.”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
She leads you all out to the first paddock, where almost a dozen riding horses of various colours are roaming. “These are our palfreys. Smaller and lighter built than the big work horses, you see? Much better suited for riding long distances, cause of their smooth gait.”
She indicates the paddock on the far side of the yard, where several heavy dray horses are standing and watching you all with interest. “These fellows are better suited to wearing a harness than a saddle. Hitch em up to a wagon, and they’ll work all day without tiring.”
You also notice a separate paddock, where a huge grey stallion is standing alone. His coat is glossy and well groomed, but there are what appear to be several claw marks over his ribs and a scar over one eye. Somehow, he’s managing to chew hay with an air of menace.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti looked nervously at Six, " Horses......so um, how does one....is it like standing on an outrigger? Just need to keep your balance? Loose knees and adapt your stance to the movement."
Suddenly she spotted the grey stallion and ran over to the fence, " Oh! I like him! He reminds me of Sinsil!"
She looked across at the other horses, " But I should probably pick someone a little more placid, yes?"
"In my experience, it's about praying you don't get a wild one," Six comments, eyeing the stallion. "Like that one, survivor though he clearly is." He turns to the paddock with the palfreys, looking over at Intara. "May I?" he asks, gesturing to the inside. "I'd like to see if I might make friends with one."
No Longer ActiveSinsil huffs and walks over to look at the stallion, she tries to get it's attention.
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Intara grins at Sinsil. "That's Quicksilver. I'd choose a more even-tempered beast if I was you. I bought him last spring after his previous owner passed- some Marquesian cavalier. Thought I could move into breeding warhorses, but it turns out he's what my Dad would call a complete bastard. Shame really, he really is magnificent, and the smartest horse I ever met."
Quicksilver has turned to regard you with one gleaming evil eye, before sauntering closer to the fence. You don't know if it's just your imagination, but he seems to be plotting something.
The rest of you enter the paddock, and begin approaching the herd of horses. They seem to accept your presence and are soon nosing you curiously. A black stallion approaches Tristan, demanding ear scratches, while several have discovered that Ashanti tastes like salt and started licking her arms enthusiastically. They seem a bit standoffish about Six, but eventually a spirited chestnut mare approaches to see if he has any food on his person.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti begins giggling at the eager licking, and is soon happily chatting away to the horses, a gray mare seems to be paying rapt attention to her...though possibly its just the saltlick.
" Ok...lets take our new friends for a trip!"
Six grins without showing his teeth, pleased that the mare has approached. He produces an apple snatched on the way out to the paddocks and offers it to her happily, running his hand along her face gently. "Aren't you just gorgeous," he murmurs to her. "How do you feel about going on an adventure, hm?" He pauses then, glancing over towards the big stallion and Sinsil. "You know, I could try to speak to him, if you want."
No Longer ActiveTristan cautiously pets the horse. "If you guys insist.....I....I have never ridden a horse. How is it.....done?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sinsil locks eyes with the Quicksilver.
"You count your blessings you're behind that fence you I've eyed son of a mule."
Intimidation: 2
Mobile~ Sinsil will eyeball Quicksilver.
"You count your blessings you one eyed son of an balking ass."
Intimidation: 1
Sinsil immediately begins moving toward the draft horses next.
" Me either. Thats part of the fun."
Sinsil- You can feel the stallion's eyes boring into your back as you join your friends.
Intara chuckles at you all. "Let's get you all saddled up. Then it's time for riding lessons."
The morning passes pleasantly, as under Intara's instruction you learn how to care for the horses. Eventually, as the noon sun beats down from overhead, Intara watches you each ride one more time round the paddock and pronounces you "not too bad. You'll figure out the rest on your journey, and I'll accompany you for the first leg- I want to go into Bladegarden. I have some contacts that would be very interested to hear about cult dragon transformations."
Finally, it's time to hit the road. As Rilla and Dhorvank wave you off, you ride somewhat haphazardly to meet your destiny.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Sinsil will cast Nystul's magic aura to mask the magical signal if her infiltrator's key (dormant) and repeat that action every 24 hours.
"So where do we start looking for this lost wizard?" Six asks as they ride, curious about the details. "I assume you have a lead or two?"
No Longer ActiveAshanti rather enjoyed the rolling action of the horse as they rode, it was different to the movement of a boat on water but still nice....though she suspected her arse was going to complain later.
She shrugged at Sixs question, " I forget....Sinsil knows. North-east? Maybe?"
"Talonstadt, to the south, then east, to Titans' Grave." Sinsil says directly.
Tristan seems to be Incredibly comfortable on his steed almost Immediately. "Why in all the nine hells didn't I try this before? Honestly.....This is the best." He guides his mount into a canter, and pulls a small metal object out of his pouch. He seems to be fiddling around with it. Eventually he pulls out a leather bag, and attaches some sort of sheath to his belt. Out of his pouch, he pulls some small bronze canisters, and inserts them into the object.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
" Whys it called Titans Grave?"