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"Ghis, aye. Rivish-blooded and he be a short man, but stocky. His face is scarred and his right eye is white and unseeing. He carries a great Abbayan bladed axe," replies Nado. "The other be a tall Niadan, blonde hair nearly as white as snow. His eyes are hooded and observant and his name be...

"A man is it? Does this man have a name?"asks Keil as he pours more of the bitter brew into your mugs.

My thanks traveler," she says brightly. "A quest you say? Chasing a bard's dreams are you?" Keil approaches with more of the haja. The fire crackles noisily in the chimney pit.

(OOC: Come on Boys, lets get going again!)

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Keil reappears shorty carrying four bowls and spoons. He's followed by a strong-looking woman dressed in a rough spun green dress with Bausslauchi animal glyphs across the bodice. Her raven hair is tied back with a bronze hair pin. Her features are stern but the wrinkles about her eyes show a...

Keil pauses in the doorway, turns and says, "My mistake, masters, no talk, just whispers, nothing to concern you with." With that he turns and moves into what is presumably the kitchen. You hear low-cast voices on the other side, one obviously a woman's. Nado leans forward, his face...

"Oh, I don't know the answer to that friend. The road has been quiet this season, though I expect it will pick up soon. Trade must flow must it not?" he sighs. "With winter half a season away I expect it to pick up. War to the southeast has doubtlessly affected the merchant trains from...

"Hrmm," replies Keil. He disappears in the back and momentarily returns with a tray of beaten bronze cups. He carries a cylindrical jug in his other hand. He sets about pouring four cups of the pungent brew. "I've heard from merchants 'bout the Fal'juk of conflict in the Bausslauch...

The boy takes the reins impassively and leading the horse into the yard, ties it off to a post. He takes the reins of the other horses and repeats the process. He nods in acknowledgement to Nado as the Hannathri flips him a ship. "My name be Husgha Keil," he says walking across the...

With the others in tow, you head down a mild slope towards the building. A large, muscular figure dressed in a grey tunic and a leather surcoat appears at the gate as you wind your way along the path. His hair is greying and cut short, his beard neatly trimmed. “Greetings,” he calls out...

“If we tarry on the road today, my friends, we will be caught in a storm I think. If we ride hard there was an inn at the crossroads with the Fel’juk Road. I saw it on the map that Khuritsa showed me the day before our leavetaking,” says Nado. By mid afternoon, a light drizzle has begun...

(BRAGON GAULT) The memories return, every night, unbidden but relentless. The journey south with your father and Blacklock, across the mountain passes into Mourandar. Your hasty parting in Ancim and your travels apart throughout Medrivan. The meeting again in Mouran and the last few...

The fire pit crackles, the light and heat starting to brighten the cheerless place. “I do not think that destroying the flute will help us Fin,” says Nado in his lilting accent. The strange voice sounds in your head again traveling across a great void, the hoe is gleaming in the firelight...

Gathering old branches lying about under tree in the fire pit you soon have a serviceable fire. You feel the warmth radiating out, penetrating the chill that has filled this place for a long time. The fire crackles within the pit.

OOC: Bragon uses his last Action Die from this session) Shall we try to burn it down again?" suggests Nado.

Nothing happens. The bark of the tree is rough under your hand. The skulls dangle from the lower branches, grinning jawless grins as they turn and move from the wind in the branches above.

Did you feel anything Ulf?" asks Nado.

The snap of the tablet echoes sharply through the courtyard, and dust and fragments fall to the ground. The fragments of clay in your hand become cold, almost icey and then a faint, pale blue light emanates forth and breaks into tendrils that drop to and snake along the ground. Awareness of...

(OOC: Bragon - you have to hit the colour banner again after your quote) Ulfghar, you arrive before the tree, the clay tablet cold in your hands. It will take a simple movement to break the stone...