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Thorir stands and roars at Eben "And it is my brother, my blood, my father, my land." Thorir sits back down at Eben stands stiffly. "Thorir I didn't mean to ..." Thorir interrupts Eben as he sits back down. "Do not think you are the only one who has lost something, who has loved ones at stake...

Zef takes a glass and downs it as well. These two old dwarves could probably drink everyone here under the table several times over. Zef replies in Dutch "I wouldn't want to count grey hairs against you Van." smiles Zef "As for my ships, well I lost track after a score. I started under the Dutch...

Thorir nods, looks at Astrid for some sort of signal. Astrid stares back then nods at the SeaKing. Thorir sighs, picks up a large mug of mead, and downs it. "You are quite correct Alec. Whether she was mother to my niece, daughter to a jarl, engaged to my brother or even my brother's wife...

Uh, what scrolls? There weren't any scrolls in the book, and yes I am happy to see you and I don't have any scrolls in my pants. Ok, I shall copy as time permits

Eh em! ;)

Thorir signals a few of his younger crew who come to the table and start pouring mulled wine and ale, and serving roast venison, smoked fish, and roasted vegetables. Thorir picks up his mug with wine holds it aloft "To my honored company. 'When a guest comes, he will need food and drink, give a...

"I am beginning to think the curse Margarita referred to on the inn keeper is his wife. Let us be off, I think everyone has eaten and no one wants to listen to this further. Tamaran, I believe we are following your lead for this." suggests Fergus.

"Sounds like a plan, I should try to do the copying, but I think a dutch dwerg will help the discussion with Van Djik, and I am pretty hardy for my age, and I am old so if I get sick it isn't as a great a loss" laughs the old dwarf. "so I will head over with you Blaise. Etienne can head out...

Thorir's grin grew into a large smile and he stood up and walked around the table. "Arivd? Is that you?" asks Thorir embracing his old mentor. "I am glad to see you Kenna*. It bodes well you if you still serve my father." Thorir returns to the head of the table. *Teacher

Thorir stands to greet his guests. "I see your daughter has told you my name" grinned Thorir nonplussed. "Welcome Jarl Alec MacTier, please be seated, you and your men, and enjoy the meager offerings of my table. My apologies it does not match the table my brother could offer you. As for Eben...

Hi Gang, Ok, yes my bicep ripped off my bone and they had to drill into the bone to reattach it. But recovery hasn't been too bad. I even get to bend my elbow a little now! John better have done his taxes by now (let's hope) or he filed for an extension. So we need his character sheet up and...

Neurotic What would Thorir know of Arvid's history. How much did Arvid tell him? That he is a jarl's son? Does he know his native land? How does Thorir see Arvid? A loyalist to Einar? A supporter of his father? Had they left on good terms? Just trying to establish how they will greet each other.

The dwarf shrugged "Longer than we have if we are to turn over the book. However, we can get at least some of this copied. We need parchement or a blank book, lots of ink and the most precious resource, time."

"It is hard to say. These could be simply a collection of fables, monsters, lost seas. But I think not. There is always some kernel of truth in these old stories at the least. If this helps us escape or avoid even one danger of the sea it will have been worth it. And if not you know me mija. I...

Thorir merely grinned his wolfish grin, unperturbed by Astrid's dig. "As you wish jarlinna" was all he said as she excused herself.

Thorir waited patiently for the arrival of his guests. He talked and chatted with Eben and Astrid while they waited. His men returned and came and gave him a quiet report of the beach and the scouts around the island. Thorir whispered some instructions to one of his men who left and returned in...

As Alec waited on the beach, from the trees six men emerged. They paused as they emerged into the open to be seen. None of the men carried anything more than a seax, and were not wearing armor. One man holds up his hand in greeting. "Hail Jarl MacTier. If you would follow us, your daughter, as...

My apologies gang. Still here. Typing slow with the brace, but it should start rolling well from here on out.

Zeff looks up from the book "It is a dark and powerful book. With prophecies about an upstart captain getting paddled like she was a wee one again kleindochter" says Zeff ominously before cracking a smile. "It does though contain many tales of mysteries at sea. Whether true or not it cannot be...

Init: 1D20+5 = [6]+5 = 11 Perception: 1D20+2 = [19]+2 = 21 Of course the rolls came out that way. Sorry for the delay folks. The surgery and brace are slowing my typing