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Dovarax thanks the shopkeeper and let’s him get back to work. He turns around and before heading to the exit he shivers as he notices that his clothes are actually soaked and that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get a cloak seeing as the weather is not giving any hint of changing anytime soon.
Dovarax turns to Kildrak and says “ Ha it will be my honor to tell you story’s about my clan and it’s history as we travel together, butif you don’t mind I would like to first see if I can find a a new cloak and see what the prices are like in town”
”that and a place to spend the night” he says to himself.
Vrakqrin let's out a small chuckle as he heard the first reply of John. After hearing him out he told him his deepest thanks, he saw Esther and Kildrak offered their help, he thought to himself that this two companions of his has a golden heart, he secretly vows to himself that he will do anything to keep them safe on the journey. He will crush gonlin's skull with force of the gods should they come and caused harm to them.
He turns his gaze to his kin, Dovarax, it seems that the weather will not turn soon ey my friend? He turns to John again and said, "John if you dont mind, can you point me and my companions to where we can spend the night until tomorrow? Also where we can buy supplies like potions, ropes, and pitons. It'll be a great help for us." He smiles apologetically.
“Why that’s most kind of you. I would appreciate that very much. May I have your name since we are going to be working together?” John says towards Esther.
Hearing Kildrak offer to help as well adds, “The more the merrier. Though I feel obliged to mention that you don’t get extra for helping to load the wagon prior to delivery. Also good dwarf, I didn’t catch your name earlier.”
Dovarax, Your search for a tailor doesn’t take much time at all and you find one a few minutes walk from South Copper Side Provisions. As you look through the available cloaks on display you realize there are a bit to small for someone of your stature. Inquiring on the price you learn that they are 2 sp (I’ll let you decide color). Or you can spend 5 sp and get one made to fit your taller frame and made in any color you like. Though having one made, it wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow.
Vrakqrin, as you wait for John’s reply Esther and Kildrak are busily loading the supplies that you will be escorting over the next few days to Phandalin. Dovarax is off in search of a Tailor/Clothier.
John finds a moment to address your questions, “If you just wander around the shops here at the market, I’m certain you can find almost anything you need for the journey.” He gives you a wink. “Though the four of you look like you got everything you might be needing. ... As fer a place to spend the night ... somewhere nearby so you don’t have to walk too far before your journey South.” He pauses as he loads a heavy cask into a wagon. “There’s the Viridian Purse... bit pricy in my opinion or there’s the Sage’s House right next door, bit less expensive compared to the other.”
Dovarax thinks for a second and decides to pay the 5 sp to get the on that would be able to fit correctly, who knew how long this rain would last and his cold blood made the cold even worst. As he passes the coin over to the tailor he says:
“I think I’ll go with the black one, and please make sure it’s made tough, I have a long trip ahead of me.”
”I’ll be back tomorrow morning for it.”
having the transaction ended for the time being, Dovarax leaves the tailor and lights his pipe in the rain as he heads over to the rendezvous point and wait for the party.
"A-Ah, my name is Esther," she stammers, pulling down the edge of her hood while finding her feet particularly interesting. Following John's directions, she begins sorting through the goods and loading what she can into the wagon.
Vrakqrin stares at the three of them busying themselves. He thank John for the information and he felt bad, seeing his companions helping out he decided to help to. Without asking john he picked up a box of supplies and started loading it to the wagon.
After helping out a bit Vrakqrin told Esther and Kildrak that he will search the market for a few items that the party might need and told them that he will meet them on the meeting place before they start the journey.
Vrakqrin stares at the three of them busying themselves. He thank John for the information and he felt bad, seeing his companions helping out he decided to help to. Without asking john he picked up a box of supplies and started loading it to the wagon.
After helping out a bit Vrakqrin told Esther and Kildrak that he will search the market for a few items that the party might need and told them that he will meet them on the meeting place before they start the journey.
Vrakqrin went to the market place in search of 5 potions, a 5 small bells, strings, and chalk
Esther stammers a goodbye with a polite bow as she watches Vrakqrin walk away before turning back to the goods. She hasn't found any hidden traps, weapons, drugs or slaves that they want to smuggle unless they'll load them when she's not looking. What is she supposed to do if they transporting contraband? If she tries going to the town guards, will they believe her? The troop could fame and blame it on her. Or the guards may be in on it? If she says something, they may tie her up and gag her, selling her to the closest trafficker. Or maybe that is their plan from the start. They could threaten her with these pickaxes, then take her to the mines where she'll waste away in the dark with blistering hands and a whipped back. "What am I going to do?" Esther whimpers to herself, beginning to load the pickaxes onto the wagon.
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Rolling for investigation: 12
Hm? That's...? Ah, one of the Dragonborns! Ah, but which one. Don't want an awkward scenario to play out. The one beginning with D? N-No, that was the other one. Ilmryn begins walking towards him. Something V. Val...Vaaaaal...No. Vr...Vra? Is that right? Vraaaa...?
"Hey...." Ilmryn calls out to him form behind, to catch his attention. His eyes light up, his memory re-jigged. "Vrakqrin." Heh, got 'em again, boys. Ilmryn approaches casually, chomping down on an apple that he had previously procured. "I take it you've spoken with our good man already then? All set for tomorrow?"
“Well met master Kildrak. I am appreciate of the help master dwarf... with any luck your travels will be as uneventful as loading the wagon.” John says while the three of you continue working.
OOC: It has been a few IRL days. Just letting everyone know I am still here and participating. Einhard is busy being an overly curious and energetic halfling. Unless the DM posts something pertinent that Einhard completely and unintentionally stumbles on I will not have much to post till the game time gets to the morning at the wagon.
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Rolling for perception: 12
Rolling for investigation: 8
While Vrakqrin is out searching for the items the party might need he felt a presence it seemed to be focused on him, he is not turning around and is playing like he did not know to not scare the intruder but the presence is still closing to him, he felt relax when he heard a voice behind. It was Ilmryn.
"Good to see you my friend!" Vrakqrin said, he continued, "yes we spoke to the one loading the wagon and it should be ready tomorrow without any fail, also, he said that we might encounter goblins and bandits so it's best to be on high alert the whole journey."
"Funny, I heard likewise on my little solo excursion through town, just before I found you here. High alert would be best, it seems." Ilmryn affirmed, before taking a chomp out of the juicy apple. "It feels like Gundren has amassed a small militia for a job as minor as this. The old Dwarf is a good judge of character, so together, I'm sure we'll be fine. Still, you never know. Best to exercise caution..."
Ilmryn shook his head, chuckling. "But listen to me, rambling. What are you up to now. Oh, and what of the others?"
Vrakqrin chuckles as he listens to Ilmryn, "hehe, that's alright, well, Esther and Kildrak are helping out to load the supplies on the wagon, Dovarax, I think he went to the market as well. I have yet to see him tho, as for our little friend Einhard I think he searches for a place to turn in tonight."
Vrakqrin smiles as he continued, "I am in search of a few items that we might need but unfortunately I can't seem to find them. How about you?" Vrakqrin stares at Ilmryn intently.
"Oh just wandering the streets, trying not to get myself into too much trouble. Successful so far. I considered buying some supplies, but in truth I think I have everything I need personally." Ilmyrn replied absent minded as he tossed his apple up multiple times, and caught it. "So, what do you reckon old Gundren has planned, then? Seems a bit odd, hiring so many people on just to transport and guard a cart." Ilmryn asked, a little bit of mischief creeping into his voice. "I reckon he's knee deep in something big."
"Ohh, why do you think that?", Vrakqrin asked, " hmm it's seems suspicious as well, however, if he gathered us here, the package must be very important, I think we will know once we finished transporting it. Would you like to go o where the supplies are right now?"
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Dovarax thanks the shopkeeper and let’s him get back to work. He turns around and before heading to the exit he shivers as he notices that his clothes are actually soaked and that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get a cloak seeing as the weather is not giving any hint of changing anytime soon.
Dovarax turns to Kildrak and says “ Ha it will be my honor to tell you story’s about my clan and it’s history as we travel together, but if you don’t mind I would like to first see if I can find a a new cloak and see what the prices are like in town”
”that and a place to spend the night” he says to himself.
Vrakqrin let's out a small chuckle as he heard the first reply of John. After hearing him out he told him his deepest thanks, he saw Esther and Kildrak offered their help, he thought to himself that this two companions of his has a golden heart, he secretly vows to himself that he will do anything to keep them safe on the journey. He will crush gonlin's skull with force of the gods should they come and caused harm to them.
He turns his gaze to his kin, Dovarax, it seems that the weather will not turn soon ey my friend? He turns to John again and said, "John if you dont mind, can you point me and my companions to where we can spend the night until tomorrow? Also where we can buy supplies like potions, ropes, and pitons. It'll be a great help for us." He smiles apologetically.
“Why that’s most kind of you. I would appreciate that very much. May I have your name since we are going to be working together?” John says towards Esther.
Hearing Kildrak offer to help as well adds, “The more the merrier. Though I feel obliged to mention that you don’t get extra for helping to load the wagon prior to delivery. Also good dwarf, I didn’t catch your name earlier.”
Dovarax, Your search for a tailor doesn’t take much time at all and you find one a few minutes walk from South Copper Side Provisions. As you look through the available cloaks on display you realize there are a bit to small for someone of your stature. Inquiring on the price you learn that they are 2 sp (I’ll let you decide color). Or you can spend 5 sp and get one made to fit your taller frame and made in any color you like. Though having one made, it wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow.
Vrakqrin, as you wait for John’s reply Esther and Kildrak are busily loading the supplies that you will be escorting over the next few days to Phandalin. Dovarax is off in search of a Tailor/Clothier.
John finds a moment to address your questions, “If you just wander around the shops here at the market, I’m certain you can find almost anything you need for the journey.” He gives you a wink. “Though the four of you look like you got everything you might be needing. ... As fer a place to spend the night ... somewhere nearby so you don’t have to walk too far before your journey South.” He pauses as he loads a heavy cask into a wagon. “There’s the Viridian Purse... bit pricy in my opinion or there’s the Sage’s House right next door, bit less expensive compared to the other.”
Dovarax thinks for a second and decides to pay the 5 sp to get the on that would be able to fit correctly, who knew how long this rain would last and his cold blood made the cold even worst. As he passes the coin over to the tailor he says:
“I think I’ll go with the black one, and please make sure it’s made tough, I have a long trip ahead of me.”
”I’ll be back tomorrow morning for it.”
having the transaction ended for the time being, Dovarax leaves the tailor and lights his pipe in the rain as he heads over to the rendezvous point and wait for the party.
"A-Ah, my name is Esther," she stammers, pulling down the edge of her hood while finding her feet particularly interesting. Following John's directions, she begins sorting through the goods and loading what she can into the wagon.
Vrakqrin stares at the three of them busying themselves. He thank John for the information and he felt bad, seeing his companions helping out he decided to help to. Without asking john he picked up a box of supplies and started loading it to the wagon.
After helping out a bit Vrakqrin told Esther and Kildrak that he will search the market for a few items that the party might need and told them that he will meet them on the meeting place before they start the journey.
Vrakqrin stares at the three of them busying themselves. He thank John for the information and he felt bad, seeing his companions helping out he decided to help to. Without asking john he picked up a box of supplies and started loading it to the wagon.
After helping out a bit Vrakqrin told Esther and Kildrak that he will search the market for a few items that the party might need and told them that he will meet them on the meeting place before they start the journey.
Vrakqrin went to the market place in search of 5 potions, a 5 small bells, strings, and chalk
Esther stammers a goodbye with a polite bow as she watches Vrakqrin walk away before turning back to the goods. She hasn't found any hidden traps, weapons, drugs or slaves that they want to smuggle unless they'll load them when she's not looking. What is she supposed to do if they transporting contraband? If she tries going to the town guards, will they believe her? The troop could fame and blame it on her. Or the guards may be in on it? If she says something, they may tie her up and gag her, selling her to the closest trafficker. Or maybe that is their plan from the start. They could threaten her with these pickaxes, then take her to the mines where she'll waste away in the dark with blistering hands and a whipped back. "What am I going to do?" Esther whimpers to herself, beginning to load the pickaxes onto the wagon.
Rolling for investigation: 12
Hm? That's...? Ah, one of the Dragonborns! Ah, but which one. Don't want an awkward scenario to play out. The one beginning with D? N-No, that was the other one. Ilmryn begins walking towards him. Something V. Val...Vaaaaal...No. Vr...Vra? Is that right? Vraaaa...?
"Hey...." Ilmryn calls out to him form behind, to catch his attention. His eyes light up, his memory re-jigged. "Vrakqrin." Heh, got 'em again, boys. Ilmryn approaches casually, chomping down on an apple that he had previously procured. "I take it you've spoken with our good man already then? All set for tomorrow?"
“Well met master Kildrak. I am appreciate of the help master dwarf... with any luck your travels will be as uneventful as loading the wagon.” John says while the three of you continue working.
OOC: It has been a few IRL days. Just letting everyone know I am still here and participating. Einhard is busy being an overly curious and energetic halfling. Unless the DM posts something pertinent that Einhard completely and unintentionally stumbles on I will not have much to post till the game time gets to the morning at the wagon.
Rolling for perception: 12
Rolling for investigation: 8
While Vrakqrin is out searching for the items the party might need he felt a presence it seemed to be focused on him, he is not turning around and is playing like he did not know to not scare the intruder but the presence is still closing to him, he felt relax when he heard a voice behind. It was Ilmryn.
"Good to see you my friend!" Vrakqrin said, he continued, "yes we spoke to the one loading the wagon and it should be ready tomorrow without any fail, also, he said that we might encounter goblins and bandits so it's best to be on high alert the whole journey."
"Funny, I heard likewise on my little solo excursion through town, just before I found you here. High alert would be best, it seems." Ilmryn affirmed, before taking a chomp out of the juicy apple. "It feels like Gundren has amassed a small militia for a job as minor as this. The old Dwarf is a good judge of character, so together, I'm sure we'll be fine. Still, you never know. Best to exercise caution..."
Ilmryn shook his head, chuckling. "But listen to me, rambling. What are you up to now. Oh, and what of the others?"
Vrakqrin chuckles as he listens to Ilmryn, "hehe, that's alright, well, Esther and Kildrak are helping out to load the supplies on the wagon, Dovarax, I think he went to the market as well. I have yet to see him tho, as for our little friend Einhard I think he searches for a place to turn in tonight."
Vrakqrin smiles as he continued, "I am in search of a few items that we might need but unfortunately I can't seem to find them. How about you?" Vrakqrin stares at Ilmryn intently.
"Oh just wandering the streets, trying not to get myself into too much trouble. Successful so far. I considered buying some supplies, but in truth I think I have everything I need personally." Ilmyrn replied absent minded as he tossed his apple up multiple times, and caught it. "So, what do you reckon old Gundren has planned, then? Seems a bit odd, hiring so many people on just to transport and guard a cart." Ilmryn asked, a little bit of mischief creeping into his voice. "I reckon he's knee deep in something big."
"Ohh, why do you think that?", Vrakqrin asked, " hmm it's seems suspicious as well, however, if he gathered us here, the package must be very important, I think we will know once we finished transporting it. Would you like to go o where the supplies are right now?"
Ilmryn nodded. "Yes, I suppose that would be best. I've little else to do between now and morning, anyway."