Hornom wipes his mouth with the back of sleeve, and listens to the introductions and instructions, deciding it's best not to deposit anymore of his lunch over the back of Barnabus. When he's told to be at ease. Hornom smiles and feeling a bit more settled says "Ah ease, that sounds lovely and don't worry about the mess I'll have that sorted in a second with my gift from the Archmage!" He pulls the decanter of endless water from his pack and whispers the magic word "Fountainous" and 5 gallons of water pour forth, which he uses to sluice the vomit away with. Whilst vomit is no longer all over his companions the floor is considerably waterlogged in places. "Ah, hmm well better to learn how that works now than on an adventure. At least we'll never go thirsty... anyone for a spot of tea? Oh I'm Hornom by the way."
Hardouin is a giant amongst men, standing a good head and a half above most. His thick black beard contrasts with his pale skin and bald head. His studded leather armour is well worn but in good condition, as is the alderwood shield on his back. A curved blade hangs at one hip and an oaken cudgel at the other.
He nods at the dwarf as one warrior to another and casts a disdainful eye at the puking trio. “Hardouin” he announces, wondering if the lily-livered recruits would pass out if he revealed the horrific scar that gave him the name Bearscar.
“I’m never one to turn down a mug of char”, he adds, thinking the bumbling giantkin might be at least useful for something.
Hornom nods, "Of course, so we're looking for a lost spear, and by the sounds of it we're not alone. My old master used to say, when searching for something that was lost, trace it's steps, asks about any stories or legends, watch where others are looking and pay attention to where they are not and why." He relays what the group was told by Sebastian and looks to the lieutenants "what do you know of this other group and their operations in the area?"
"We should also talk to your expert on the spear. We don't even know what it looks like. How do we distinguish it from any other spear? And can we please have this conversation near a fire? Or at the very least we should get moving and have these discussions on the way to the citadel." Barnabus says through chattering teeth.
Ilyaas points to a small tent "The mess hall is there. I am not sure where our expert is, or who he is, but I am sure he will find us for a briefing. Ironheel, I am told that you were formerly a sergeant. Due to that fact, I am promoting you temporarily to staff sergeant, with all ranks and benefits. the teams will be as follows: Pomenia, Hornom, and trooper Donell, led by Lieutenant Wildweaver; Greze and Troopers Finnbar and Gilda, led by Lieutenant Bearscar. Barnabus, its me and you, and trooper Isolde. Everyone understand?"
Voria looks at Hornom. "This is also a mission of secrecy so please don't tell everyone that we're looking for a spear, okay? But that whole watch where others are looking and pay attention to where they are not and why. That's good. What skills do you all possess?"
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Stepping towards Voira, "I was trained as a Priestess of Pelor, specializing as a healer. I'm able to treat all major of wounds and lend protection to those who need it. The priest who trained me called me intuitive and perceptive."
Barnabus smiles wide. "Thank you Captain.So how do we get to the citadel? Assuming that's where everyone wants to start. But I would guess that'd be where we should start since that be where the trail went cold. By the map, looks to me that by sea might be the fastest route. We could go by boat to the citadel and see what we find and if no clues show up, we travel back by land and maybe pick up the trail. What's your stance Captain? Since you're more familiar with this country than I. " Barnabus says while still shivering but not as much as before.
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Hornom nods along with conversation, then turns to Voira, "I'll be honest, meeting new people is sometimes confusing as they have strange habits and sayings, I grew up in an isolated community so we had few visitors, so if you see me doing something odd, I'd appreciate a heads up. That said my upbringing has led me to being at home in the outdoors, I'm very observant and have a way with both animals and plants. So if there's a trail to be found, I'm your Firbolg." Hornom smiles "I also make great tea. Oh and sure thing, sorry for mentioning it, maybe we should have a secret word or something for the... Object in case we're overheard." He looks about to see if anyone new is watching them.
Hardouin is looking forward to being back at sea and close to nature’s primal elements. He touches the sailor’s charm at his neck, a small stone with a hole in its centre.
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“As for me,” Greze announces, “I’m the most cunning little gnome from Fellreev Forest you’re ever likely to meet! Now whether that’s really due to my cunning or just your distance from the Fellreev, I’ll leave up to you”. After claiming great cunning and then immediately undercutting himself, Greze strikes a dramatic pose and continues without missing a beat. “Hero at heart. Joking in rhyme. Unexpectedly useful. That’s who... I am. “
He waits a long moment, then asks,
“Who am I?”
And without waiting for a response, or apparently even expecting one, Greze wanders off to inspect one of the wardens’ glowing globes of light. Investigation Check : 16
The voyage to Devonmeek takes several days, the seas are calm and the winds strong. The Troopers are in good spirits as they enjoy the relaxation and the thrill of the sea. The Crew of The Sonnet is friendly and finding the innocent antics of Greze enjoyable.
In Devonmeek the ship unloads and loads cargo for the trip to Fadric. An elderly man requests permission to come aboard. He is an elderly human man of approximately 70+ years of age he is accompanied by a corporal and trooper of the Wardens as his protective escort. After Bearscar signs the mission fulfillment paperwork for the Wardens, they depart, and the man is escorted to the Ilyass’ quarters.
The man introduces himself. “Greetings Captain,” the man says. “I am Crindal a Sage late of the Nyrondese University. I am a specialist in Orcish history and culture. I am to accompany you all to the citadel and to assist in identifying the spear.”
Voria spends the trip to Devonmeek helping the crew where she can and staying up on the deck where she can feel the wind on her face. When they stop, she helps with the unloading and loading of the cargo, and watching out in cast Ilyass needs anything from her.
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The crew appreciate the help. Voira herself gets at least two or three admiring glances, though nothing inappropriate is said or inferred. In fact there are a few in the crew that follow the old ways and druids of the sea are not unknown in Ratik. otherwise, duties are light mostly oiling and caring for any gear that would suffer from the salty air, and caring for their mounts in the hold.
Ilyaas nods "At ease"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Hornom wipes his mouth with the back of sleeve, and listens to the introductions and instructions, deciding it's best not to deposit anymore of his lunch over the back of Barnabus. When he's told to be at ease. Hornom smiles and feeling a bit more settled says "Ah ease, that sounds lovely and don't worry about the mess I'll have that sorted in a second with my gift from the Archmage!" He pulls the decanter of endless water from his pack and whispers the magic word "Fountainous" and 5 gallons of water pour forth, which he uses to sluice the vomit away with. Whilst vomit is no longer all over his companions the floor is considerably waterlogged in places. "Ah, hmm well better to learn how that works now than on an adventure. At least we'll never go thirsty... anyone for a spot of tea? Oh I'm Hornom by the way."
"Aaacck! Ya big blue ninny! You could have let me take it off first!"
Shrieks Barnabus as the water splashes over him. His soaked body begins to shiver in the cold.
"Ma,,ma, ma, maybe wha, wha we could find a fire and d, d, discuss how we are going to pa,pa,proceed."
**This Space for Rent**
Hardouin is a giant amongst men, standing a good head and a half above most. His thick black beard contrasts with his pale skin and bald head. His studded leather armour is well worn but in good condition, as is the alderwood shield on his back. A curved blade hangs at one hip and an oaken cudgel at the other.
He nods at the dwarf as one warrior to another and casts a disdainful eye at the puking trio. “Hardouin” he announces, wondering if the lily-livered recruits would pass out if he revealed the horrific scar that gave him the name Bearscar.
“I’m never one to turn down a mug of char”, he adds, thinking the bumbling giantkin might be at least useful for something.
Voria's expression becomes pained. "Perhaps we should focus on the mission."
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Hornom nods, "Of course, so we're looking for a lost spear, and by the sounds of it we're not alone. My old master used to say, when searching for something that was lost, trace it's steps, asks about any stories or legends, watch where others are looking and pay attention to where they are not and why." He relays what the group was told by Sebastian and looks to the lieutenants "what do you know of this other group and their operations in the area?"
"We should also talk to your expert on the spear. We don't even know what it looks like. How do we distinguish it from any other spear? And can we please have this conversation near a fire? Or at the very least we should get moving and have these discussions on the way to the citadel." Barnabus says through chattering teeth.
**This Space for Rent**
Ilyaas points to a small tent "The mess hall is there. I am not sure where our expert is, or who he is, but I am sure he will find us for a briefing. Ironheel, I am told that you were formerly a sergeant. Due to that fact, I am promoting you temporarily to staff sergeant, with all ranks and benefits. the teams will be as follows: Pomenia, Hornom, and trooper Donell, led by Lieutenant Wildweaver; Greze and Troopers Finnbar and Gilda, led by Lieutenant Bearscar. Barnabus, its me and you, and trooper Isolde. Everyone understand?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Voria looks at Hornom. "This is also a mission of secrecy so please don't tell everyone that we're looking for a spear, okay? But that whole watch where others are looking and pay attention to where they are not and why. That's good. What skills do you all possess?"
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Stepping towards Voira, "I was trained as a Priestess of Pelor, specializing as a healer. I'm able to treat all major of wounds and lend protection to those who need it. The priest who trained me called me intuitive and perceptive."
Barnabus smiles wide. "Thank you Captain.So how do we get to the citadel? Assuming that's where everyone wants to start. But I would guess that'd be where we should start since that be where the trail went cold. By the map, looks to me that by sea might be the fastest route. We could go by boat to the citadel and see what we find and if no clues show up, we travel back by land and maybe pick up the trail. What's your stance Captain? Since you're more familiar with this country than I. " Barnabus says while still shivering but not as much as before.
**This Space for Rent**
Hornom nods along with conversation, then turns to Voira, "I'll be honest, meeting new people is sometimes confusing as they have strange habits and sayings, I grew up in an isolated community so we had few visitors, so if you see me doing something odd, I'd appreciate a heads up. That said my upbringing has led me to being at home in the outdoors, I'm very observant and have a way with both animals and plants. So if there's a trail to be found, I'm your Firbolg." Hornom smiles "I also make great tea. Oh and sure thing, sorry for mentioning it, maybe we should have a secret word or something for the... Object in case we're overheard." He looks about to see if anyone new is watching them.
Perception: 8
Hardouin is looking forward to being back at sea and close to nature’s primal elements. He touches the sailor’s charm at his neck, a small stone with a hole in its centre.
“As for me,” Greze announces, “I’m the most cunning little gnome from Fellreev Forest you’re ever likely to meet! Now whether that’s really due to my cunning or just your distance from the Fellreev, I’ll leave up to you”. After claiming great cunning and then immediately undercutting himself, Greze strikes a dramatic pose and continues without missing a beat.
“Hero at heart.
Joking in rhyme.
Unexpectedly useful.
That’s who... I am. “
He waits a long moment, then asks,
“Who am I?”
And without waiting for a response, or apparently even expecting one, Greze wanders off to inspect one of the wardens’ glowing globes of light.
Investigation Check : 16
ooc: Hornom no one within earshot.
OOC:Greze the globes are continual light globes found in government establishments and the homes of the well offf.
“The shortest skald in Ratik”, replies Hardouin in a resigned tone.
The voyage to Devonmeek takes several days, the seas are calm and the winds strong. The Troopers are in good spirits as they enjoy the relaxation and the thrill of the sea. The Crew of The Sonnet is friendly and finding the innocent antics of Greze enjoyable.
In Devonmeek the ship unloads and loads cargo for the trip to Fadric. An elderly man requests permission to come aboard. He is an elderly human man of approximately 70+ years of age he is accompanied by a corporal and trooper of the Wardens as his protective escort. After Bearscar signs the mission fulfillment paperwork for the Wardens, they depart, and the man is escorted to the Ilyass’ quarters.
The man introduces himself.
“Greetings Captain,” the man says. “I am Crindal a Sage late of the Nyrondese University. I am a specialist in Orcish history and culture. I am to accompany you all to the citadel and to assist in identifying the spear.”
Voria spends the trip to Devonmeek helping the crew where she can and staying up on the deck where she can feel the wind on her face. When they stop, she helps with the unloading and loading of the cargo, and watching out in cast Ilyass needs anything from her.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
The crew appreciate the help. Voira herself gets at least two or three admiring glances, though nothing inappropriate is said or inferred. In fact there are a few in the crew that follow the old ways and druids of the sea are not unknown in Ratik. otherwise, duties are light mostly oiling and caring for any gear that would suffer from the salty air, and caring for their mounts in the hold.
Ilyaas spends the trip in the hold. he finds himself...indisposed. At the end of the trip he vows to never sail on a boat ever again.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.