S@squ@tch's Against the Giants - Team Black

[s@squ@tch]

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As you exit the Ship's Cat, the night sky of Stormreach greets you.

The dock district is still abuzz with merchants and crew loading last minute cargo onto ships.

Sanne leads the elf through the crowds towards the western exit of the ward and continues onward -- heading back to the Chapterhouse. You pass by the location where you saw the horrific scene earlier, the watch having done an excellent job of cleaning up the area, no sign is left on the street.

You enter the Chapterhouse and are greeted by the elven maiden. She looks up from her book at her desk. You notice the shifter druid just standing up over at the bar, mentioning something to the dwarf sitting next to her -- no other party members are in sight.

"May I help you?"
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[Redclaw]

Thanor continues to stare into the fire for a while, then shakes his head and gets up from the bench. I'm lookin' forrard ta fightin' alongside ya, Morika. Tha giants don't stand a chance with yer claws and my axe against 'em.

With that he heads to his room to sleep off the ale he'd spent the day pouting down his throat.

 

[Rhun]

[sblock=DM/Sanne/Redclaw/Isida]
Aeranduil greets the young elven lass in elven, and then asks for rooms for himself and his companion.

Noticing the shifter druid, he nods greeting to her. "Morika."

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[s@squ@tch]

Chapterhouse - evening into morning 24 Zarantyr 999

The soft feather beds of the Chapterhouse are a welcome respite to the events of the day. The night passes uneventfully, but you catch yourself waking up every so often to double check that you are still alone in your room. The prospect of possible spies has not set well with you. Many questions still bubbled up from the fringes of your minds -- what could be behind the giants aggression? Who exactly was the invisible person at the dock? Could there be any connection?

For Sanne and Aeranduil, the vivid sight of the wound on Barrak's head spawned several nightmares -- how exactly did that fit into the grand scheme of things?

You awake to the early dawn light and prepare yourself to the day -- for today you are venturing into the hinterlands of Xen'drik.

As you leave your room, you cast one last look onto the soft, luxurious bed -- not knowing when you would rest in such comfort again.

You head downstairs to grab something to eat and notice that the rest of your group is already there.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Having gone to bed much earlier in the evening that the others, Yoggrith wakes up a full two hours before dawn. He rises from the bed, changes his clothing into a new dark tunic and trousers, and repacks his equipment for the day. The halfork then leaves the room and walks downstairs into the main hall of the Chapterhouse.

The darkness in the room would be bothersome to some people, but to Yoggrith, it is a welcomed sight. His darkvision picks out details that others would easily miss, and he steps forward casually. When he reaches the center of the large hall, he places his pack carefully on a chair, then spends the next hour going through a combination prayer/stretching routine. The dark is a wonderful time to give blessing to The Shadow (much moreso than the hour he spent at the temple the day before), and he makes sure to give himself over, body, mind and soul.

When his warm-up is finished, he turns and sits gently on a chair, staring off into space for an hour while waiting for the others to finally get up with the rising sun.

 

[Rhun]

Aeranduil joins the others, mostly refreshed. As an elf, he needed less rest than most of his other companions, and that would be an asset on this trip. And a light meal before setting off into the wilderness would definitely be well advised.

 

[pathfinderq1]

If Ipshivi had slept at all, none could say. Certainly, she seemed to be one of the first to return to the main hall- if she had even left it. As the others began to filter down from the rooms, her quiet voice called out a cheerful (but restrained) greeting- though the day was yet young, she was already cloaked in the concealing layers of her magics.

OOC: Only 2 hours sleep and no food needed, so Ipshivi is raring to go. See the Unseen, Walk Unseen, Entropic Warding and Spiderwalk all up and running.

 

[drothgery]

Sanne came downstairs well after some of the early risers and people who did not need sleep. She was a Khoravar, not an elf, and she knew well enough to get her sleep in port while she could. She could command a deck four hours after falling asleep on a night that featured far too much wine or ale, but she would not unless she had to.

So she joined those taking a morning meal.

 

[Redclaw]

Shaking off the headache that resulted from his night of heavy drinking (the latest in a string that stretched back to his arrival in Stormreach over a week ago), Thanor made his way down to the common room, wondering if his conversations from the night before had been real. Just in case he made sure to bring all of his equipment with him.

Entering the common room he looked around for the shifter, or the invisible female he talked with first, although he realized that might be a difficult task. He saw a collection of well-armed and competent looking folk, but couldn't see either of the two he had already met.

 

[Voadam]

Over a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, and bread with some of the local fruits on the side to cleanse the palate at the closure of the meal, Voadam expounds upon some of his researches upon the denizens of the jungles. "So in addition to the many beasts that are magically adapted to their local environment the reports of the new creatures leave much to be desired in their descriptions, though dark transformations and accompanying feelings of dread are common. This leads me to believe it is not the primal fear mortals feel around dragons, but quite possibly fiend possession or twistings from dark magic infusions. And then there is the Traveller's Curse to contend with."