Once the initial nausea passes, Barnabus enjoys his first trip by sea. He spends the trip like the others, helping where needed and tending the mounts. He finally gets the smell of firbolg vomit out of his chain mail shirt and that also brightens his mood conciderably. He spends a lot of time asking questions of Crindal trying to learn more about the history of the spear and its possible where abouts.
Once the initial nausea passes, Barnabus enjoys his first trip by sea. He spends the trip like the others, helping where needed and tending the mounts. He finally gets the smell of firbolg vomit out of his chain mail shirt and that also brightens his mood considerably. He spends a lot of time asking questions of Crindal trying to learn more about the history of the spear and its possible whereabouts.
Crindal believes the Orcs had expanded below the Citadel and it is there he believes it rests if Saagwa and his followers haven't unearthed it yet.
Genuinely curious, Barnabus asks Crindal, "How is it you come by all this knowledge? I would hardly think that the Orcs would just willingly hand over this information."
Pomenia spends the journey extremely excited by being at sea, her curiosity getting the better of her. She constantly follows around different members of the crew, asking them questions about nature of life aboard a ship and the nature of their duties. When not watching the crew she spends her time on deck watching the waves or healing crew members of ship board ailments.
Genuinely curious, Barnabus asks Crindal, "How is it you come by all this knowledge? I would hardly think that the Orcs would just willingly hand over this information."
“My late wife, shandra, also a sage, and I collected orcish weapons in addition to pottery shards, and displayed them in a section of the Nyrondese university museum. We were going through some manuscripts a year ago when I found a document that gave great weight to the theory that Evansheigh the “Elf slayer” spear belonging to Mondru IV, was still buried beneath the fortress. We showed our discovery to a couple of nearby fellow sages, but they were not interested in old orcish myths. While wandering a local library I met a man who was poring over some orcish history scrolls, and in the conversation that ensued I discussed with him the details of my discovery. One week later I arrived at my home finding it ransacked and the body of my wife in the study. I lost the woman I loved and all of our research regarding the spear. The murder and theft were reported, but I had the foresight to not mention the spear. I am a middling mage but I used my connections in my university and in the mages guild to help me warn the right people, and here we are.”
Whereas Hardouin hardly leaves the deck, enjoying the wind and spray and riding each pitch and toss easily. He spends some time with the master, offering foretelling of the weather. His favourite position is in the prow, standing like a great, bearded figurehead.
Barnabus lowers his head and slowly shakes it back and forth. "My deepest sympathies for your loss. I am certain we'll find this spear and honor your wife's work. Do you know the name of the man you spoke with? Seems a little coincidental that shortly after your conversation tragedy strikes. If a search of the citadel doesn't provide any solutions he might be a good plan B."
The days pass, one into another. the trip to Fadric is short this is where the oceanic part of your mission comes to a close. The ship will return to Marner in the morning. You will now begin the overland portion of your journey, up the coast to your final objective the Citadel.
Hardouin also has a steady draft horse, named Ragnhild. After checking his charges - the gnome and both troopers - are adequately provisioned, he too saddles up for the overland trek taking the lead himself.
Hornom walks off the boat patting it happily. He'd spent the first day or so gawking at everything and studying the faces of all the crew members before finding a spot out of the way where he could mediate, lulled by the rocking motion of the ship.
On seeing his draft horse a wide smile breaks across Hornom's face, he thinks to himself, "Well at least they have sensible sized steeds for us". He walks over to his horse and gently places his forehead against the horse's and using his innate Firbolg ability, explains how they would both be going on an adventure together to do great deeds. He'd make sure the horse was safe each night and in return if the horse could warn him of any danger and make the ride as comfortable as possible he'd appreciate it. Hornom promises to get a handful of peppermints as a reward for the horse on completion of this mighty quest.
With a final pat, he swings himself into the saddle, and nods to the captain "I'm ready when you are, unless you think otherwise, I'll ride in the middle and keep an eye out for anything approaching or untoward."
After several days of hard riding the team makes it to a coastal area that by your estimation is near to the Citadel. Bearscar and Finnbar do a early morning recon of the are and return with their findings.
The ruins of the citadel lie on a 90-foot high cliff next to the sea. only the 10-foot-high walls remain, the wooden roof having long ago fallen into ruin and decay. The citadel is much smaller than most people envision it; apparently it was the quality of its guards, not the size of its walls, that made the fortress great.
Around the fortress are the foundations of many homes, as well as evidence that a forest once grew here but was long ago destroyed.
The ground is very sandy, and the area looks like wasteland now.
One sentry was spotted at the entrance, but there are more because he was speaking to someone that neither Bearscar or Finbarr could see from their position. The sentry they saw was of half-ogre appearance to Bearscar.
"You know we dwarves like to build escape routes and even though this was built by elves I bet even they are smart enough to do something similar. Has anyone checked the beach for a way in? Besides Crindal said they might have gone underground."
Voria eyes the fortress. "Underground? Seems worth a shot. though I am worried there may be more sentries than what they saw. What do you say, Captain?"
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"Fantastic idea sergeant. We need a strong swimmer to check for underwater caves or passages." He looks around "Any volunteers? The rest of us will look for overground entrances."
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Crindal tuts a bit. "I highly doubt you will find a way in through the sea." Crindai says. " The denizens of the Citadel had treatise with the sea elves and Mermen but Kou-toa and Sahuagin were a constant menace to them."
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Once the initial nausea passes, Barnabus enjoys his first trip by sea. He spends the trip like the others, helping where needed and tending the mounts. He finally gets the smell of firbolg vomit out of his chain mail shirt and that also brightens his mood conciderably. He spends a lot of time asking questions of Crindal trying to learn more about the history of the spear and its possible where abouts.
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Crindal believes the Orcs had expanded below the Citadel and it is there he believes it rests if Saagwa and his followers haven't unearthed it yet.
Genuinely curious, Barnabus asks Crindal, "How is it you come by all this knowledge? I would hardly think that the Orcs would just willingly hand over this information."
**This Space for Rent**
Pomenia spends the journey extremely excited by being at sea, her curiosity getting the better of her. She constantly follows around different members of the crew, asking them questions about nature of life aboard a ship and the nature of their duties. When not watching the crew she spends her time on deck watching the waves or healing crew members of ship board ailments.
“My late wife, shandra, also a sage, and I collected orcish weapons in addition to pottery shards, and displayed them in a section of the Nyrondese university museum. We were going through some manuscripts a year ago when I found a document that gave great weight to the theory that Evansheigh the “Elf slayer” spear belonging to Mondru IV, was still buried beneath the fortress. We showed our discovery to a couple of nearby fellow sages, but they were not interested in old orcish myths. While wandering a local library I met a man who was poring over some orcish history scrolls, and in the conversation that ensued I discussed with him the details of my discovery.
One week later I arrived at my home finding it ransacked and the body of my wife in the study. I lost the woman I loved and all of our research regarding the spear. The murder and theft were reported, but I had the foresight to not mention the spear. I am a middling mage but I used my connections in my university and in the mages guild to help me warn the right people, and here we are.”
Whereas Hardouin hardly leaves the deck, enjoying the wind and spray and riding each pitch and toss easily. He spends some time with the master, offering foretelling of the weather. His favourite position is in the prow, standing like a great, bearded figurehead.
Barnabus lowers his head and slowly shakes it back and forth. "My deepest sympathies for your loss. I am certain we'll find this spear and honor your wife's work. Do you know the name of the man you spoke with? Seems a little coincidental that shortly after your conversation tragedy strikes. If a search of the citadel doesn't provide any solutions he might be a good plan B."
**This Space for Rent**
The days pass, one into another. the trip to Fadric is short this is where the oceanic part of your mission comes to a close. The ship will return to Marner in the morning. You will now begin the overland portion of your journey, up the coast to your final objective the Citadel.
Voria mounts her draft horse Snowdrop. She would stay near the back of the group, keeping an eye out for anything strange.
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Hardouin also has a steady draft horse, named Ragnhild. After checking his charges - the gnome and both troopers - are adequately provisioned, he too saddles up for the overland trek taking the lead himself.
Barnabus takes second place beind Hardouin on his own smaller mustang.
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Ilyaas leads the group, riding his sheer black mare, Tallian.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Hornom walks off the boat patting it happily. He'd spent the first day or so gawking at everything and studying the faces of all the crew members before finding a spot out of the way where he could mediate, lulled by the rocking motion of the ship.
On seeing his draft horse a wide smile breaks across Hornom's face, he thinks to himself, "Well at least they have sensible sized steeds for us". He walks over to his horse and gently places his forehead against the horse's and using his innate Firbolg ability, explains how they would both be going on an adventure together to do great deeds. He'd make sure the horse was safe each night and in return if the horse could warn him of any danger and make the ride as comfortable as possible he'd appreciate it. Hornom promises to get a handful of peppermints as a reward for the horse on completion of this mighty quest.
With a final pat, he swings himself into the saddle, and nods to the captain "I'm ready when you are, unless you think otherwise, I'll ride in the middle and keep an eye out for anything approaching or untoward."
After several days of hard riding the team makes it to a coastal area that by your estimation is near to the Citadel. Bearscar and Finnbar do a early morning recon of the are and return with their findings.
The ruins of the citadel lie on a 90-foot high cliff next to the sea. only the 10-foot-high walls remain, the wooden roof having long ago fallen into ruin and decay. The citadel is much smaller than most people envision it; apparently it was the quality of its guards, not the size of its walls, that made the fortress great.
Around the fortress are the foundations of many homes, as well as evidence that a forest once grew here but was long ago destroyed.
The ground is very sandy, and the area looks like wasteland now.
One sentry was spotted at the entrance, but there are more because he was speaking to someone that neither Bearscar or Finbarr could see from their position. The sentry they saw was of half-ogre appearance to Bearscar.
"You know we dwarves like to build escape routes and even though this was built by elves I bet even they are smart enough to do something similar. Has anyone checked the beach for a way in? Besides Crindal said they might have gone underground."
**This Space for Rent**
Voria eyes the fortress. "Underground? Seems worth a shot. though I am worried there may be more sentries than what they saw. What do you say, Captain?"
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"Fantastic idea sergeant. We need a strong swimmer to check for underwater caves or passages." He looks around "Any volunteers? The rest of us will look for overground entrances."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I'll swim it if need be. How do we get to the beach?" asks Barnabus.
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“In all that armour? You might be able to walk on the bottom, but you’ll not swim”, remarks Hardouin not unkindly. “Best I go.”
Crindal tuts a bit. "I highly doubt you will find a way in through the sea." Crindai says. " The denizens of the Citadel had treatise with the sea elves and Mermen but Kou-toa and Sahuagin were a constant menace to them."