(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

Hrrr

Aerda nods and settles down into the saddle, he had raised a bit in the chase. "Thank you..." He didn't know if he bought into the pelor radiant light ordeal, he did in fact wear a hood after all, but it was a good enough god, and a fine compliment. The best one with such a devoted mindset could give, anyhow.

He smiles at merrim, "A fine spell, and at a fine time." Then to fendric, "West, then? Where are the letters you found addressed to?"

heh

(I thought that it was strange he went away from the sun. Just seemed very atypical. lol.)

Niccolo looks up smiling suddenly'You know, Noble Companions, if we are to go a-trouping together, I think thast we need a Name. All Great Heroic Gruops have a Name...I was thinking, in Honor of the Noble Exantrius....perhaps the Fellowship of the White Dove? Seeing as that is how the Soul of Exantrius left this Mortal Coil....what say ye?' Niccolo grins again, a tear running down his cheek. 'I could begin work on a new Banner, I still have soem cloth left from the...other one that I did.'

Fendric looked perplexed: he didn't exactly want the fame that a name would convey, but at the same time the name seemed to fit.

(The thoughts go swirling through the young cleric's head: Well, we're on a mission of peace, which a dove would suggest... Is 'White Dove' redundant? Would the Shining One be upset if I rode under such a banner? Okay, probably not. Will the others speak? It is a fair question... and a right fair name!)

"I have no complaint with us using that name, Niccolo. And although I can't speak for the others, it seems highly appropriate to our quest."

Fendric gathered the rest of his things and put what he could in Ophistus' saddlebag, which now rested on Sunray. The remaining bulky items (mainly packs and bedrolls) went where they could on the back of his horse. When he was satisfied that things would stay where they were put, despite the jostling, he helped Niccolo onto the horse, and then climbed up himself.

"Now - shall we ride? - we're burning his Holy Light!"

Merrim winks at Aerda, "thanks. Those illusions have some use. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I am just glad that the horse didn't walk through it." She turns to Niccolo, "another banner would be fine. I have never been part of a group before. That would be kinda neat. I wonder how many groups have a pair of gnomes in them?"

"I don't know how well Astrule would take being called a dove. But, I say we should wait, let our deeds give us a name not our intentions. I would hate to sully those white feathers..."

A work of long-term thinking of the elves at its finest. He sits in the saddle and helps merrim up as well, sitting in front of himself.

"Merrim, have you not refreshed your spells this morning? Too late now i suppose. Let's get moving." Then to the group, "Which was do we go, do we continue on our path? Do any of us know where these locations are?"

Fendric thoughtfully considers Aerda's position on the naming of the group while he waits upon his horse for everyone to mount up. Finally, he decides that he cannot argue with the trueblood's strong logic, but also concludes that travelling is more important for the time being.

"My comrades, perhaps we can think upon this as we RIDE. I imagine it will take Niccolo at least a night or so to make a new banner. Victus, what say you?"

As Fendric waits for the fighter to answer, he reaches back into Exantrius' saddlebag, and pulls out the letters, mentally noting each address... [OOC: GP, we're probably ready for that list.]

"If we have enough gold between us, I would suggest we pool enough of it to get a map of this region. Perhaps the good clerics of Fharlanghn could help us here, should we be fortunate to find one..."

Fendric replaces the letters in Exantrius' saddlebag, and looks expectantly at the others to mount up and get ready to ride...

"I'm ready," Merrim pipes up. "Although I must admit," as she rummages around in her bags, "I don't have much in the way of coins, but I can offer up some."

The envelopes read:

Visach Cheraul VII, Seated in the City of Bethel

Brother Milos Premule, Knight of Heironeous and Overseer of
the Guard of Bethel, quartered in the Capitol Satellite of
Jance

Aramil Kethett, Honorable Servant of Cuthbert and Chief
Officer of Affairs in the Free City of Despia

Anders Peltram, Owner and Keeper of the Grey Inn, in the Free
City of Valsport

Aesop Rhandoril, Counsel to the Jury of Sages, quartered in
the Free City of Eivanrach

Tiamen lo'Solis, Princess of the Glades of Sesphar, found in
the Region of the Free cities

Lord Kildre Vemaunt, Overseer of the City of Daershut, in the
Principality of Lamecht, in the Kingdom of Tourne

Sir Rienne Vaustus, Archknight of the Kingdom of Tourne and
Advisor to King Tjaden, quarted in the City of Perlech, Seat
of the Kingdom of Tourne.

(Make Knowledge (Geography) if you've got it, for more detailed information.) The Kingdom of Bethel lies to the North of Hedrogura, or continues to the South, depending on who you talk to. The capitol city Bethel is about two weeks' ride from Hedrogura, although these are clearly not the roads most would take, if that is indeed where Exantrius was headed.

The Free Cities are inland, to the West, beyond the Ashen Mountains. Tourne is to the North, across the Sea of Morel.