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When Daonil rejoins the group, he greets everyone and jovially says, "It seems my suspicions about the tower were wrong - you've all survived!" With a great laugh he continues, "I had a good talk with Ashstaff... er, about the Old Gods and my fate... and he also said that the abandoned...

"Thank you, I appreciate your help. As soon as I find out where the troubles come from, I'll be back to tell you what I've learned." Daonil pauses a moment. "If I could have a traveller's blessing, it would be a great honor. So far from the sea, my home of the heart, I feel weary sometimes...

"The rumors say that fearsome, magical beasts are following travellers on the road as they come into town. No doubt their howls are meant to scare people off. I assumed it was the work of the wizard, but I suppose it could be something more sinister, if the wizard is a protector of this...

Daonil can't shake the feeling that there's something required of him in times like this. If only he'd spent less time getting into trouble when he was younger, and more time learning protocol and spiritual matters. Daonil, careful not to touch anything, stands close to a wall and has a hard...

Mardo approaches, behind Herger. He is obviously tense, sensing how close they all tread on the edge of disaster with this blindingly powerful being of madness and death. "Someone do something!" he mutters to himself.

Daonil is in the Grove Daonil replies, "Kind elder, I am Daonil Riventha, from far to the south. I spent my youth in a village on the Woolly Bay and have only recently adventured inland. I heard from the folks in the tavern last night that there's been reports of bandits, and some of the...

I hope we're not waiting on me to post - I don't really have anything specific for Mardo to be doing. He's just waiting and letting others take the spotlight. This is a tense, interesting plot twist. I can't wait to see how things play out!

I was under that misconception, so thanks for clearing that up! Daonil is certainly not wearing his armor, then. How much drunken carrousing can be accomplished with restrictive leather clothing on? He wears a sleeveless tunic tucked into loose black britches, and his forearms are wrapped...

Daonil is a large enough man that he understands how people could feel threatened by having an armed man walking among them. What he doesn't understand at all is why that's a problem. The world isn't a safe place, why expect people to pretend it is? But, he's willing to part with his weapons...

Daonil walks through the front door of the inn, his large, imposing frame silhouetted by the rising dawn. Then he steps into the room, and as the light hits him full it becomes clear that he looks like hell. His clothes are on crooked, there's a twig in his hair that he keeps missing as he...

Mardo replies to the brewer, "Astouding! You even pay someone else for crops!" With a big smile on his face, he's about to leave for the tavern, but pauses at the doorway and asks, "And what about the defense of the town from raiders? Anyone in particular I should ask about that? Do you have...

Mardo gasps and coughs, trying to catch a breath again after being knocked off his perch onto the hard ground. He winces and reaches behind him to pull out a sharp rock that must have stuck him harshly in the side. He looks over at Herger, who appears to have fallen just as hard, though he was...

Once the brewers point out Daonil's mistake, he offers to help make a delivery if they show him where the local 'meeting hall' can be found. "I've never seen a city big enough to support a group of brewers! Do you even do your own farming?" Once in the tavern, Daonil seeks out his new group...

OOC: Daonil is at the brewery, not the tavern. The tavern is the obvious choice, I just thought it was more interesting for him to go to the brewery. He knows there's beer there, and that's all he's concerned with at the moment. ... Wait, port isn't beer... gotta edit that

shoot, I can't imagine that even with some wealth that a savage bard with barbarian leanings would be staying in nice rooms. I'm going to say common-ish. Daonil eats well and drinks a lot, but he could sleep on some moss for all he cares.

OOC: Thanks for the language correction, Hrothgar. I'd slept since I read that post, hehe. Mardo turns around to Herger again, and with a smile says, "That axe of yours is more effective than a threat to lien!" At Starhl's scream, Mardo turns startled back toward the mist that ended...

Hey, I know it's scary and all, but how about some movement on the campaign this week? I'm really excited about it! :D

I don't have the DMG handy righ this minute, but I see that "penalties" apply to upkeep less than standard. Therefore, for now I've selected Standard upkeep (at least, until I read about what this is).

Daonil splits off from the group soon after getting to town. "I'm gonna follow my nose. I've got a bit of thirst on me!" Spying the tell-tale barrel, Daonil's large frame bursts into view at the doorway of the brewery. As he sniffs hard with a smile broad across his face, he says, "I'd know...

Excellent! Thank you very much, I'll do my best! So in keeping with the nautical/pirate theme, he was probably active in Woolly Bay?